“I’m not done yet”, he said simply, “Next I’ll be fucking you.”

You shivered. Again your head was low, your eyes almost closed as you breathed slowly. You could feel the air coming in and out, focusing on the rhythm until you felt a cold blade on your neck.

“Such a pretty face”, whispered Antinous, “How unfortunate would it be to hurt it.”

You could feel the small blade moving along your neck to reach your cheeks. Antinous pressed the dagger on your skin until it hurt, but released it just before it started bleeding. You could feel your cheek burning slightly as you raised your head, your gaze crossing Antinous’. Your eyes watered as you awaited for his next move. Slowly you could feel the blade descend on your neck again, and then close to your chest until it reached your breast, hidden behind your dress.

“Hm”, Antinous sighed, his blade playing with the fabric of your dress, “I fear we need to take it off.”

You breathed slowly again as you felt the tip of the blade pressing against your chest, slowly ripping off your dress. Antinous other hand moved to your shoulder, caressing the skin as his fingers pushed off your dress from your arms. Your dress opened, ripped off in the middle as it exposed your naked breast. You blushed, looking down as the dress fell to your waist. Antinous smiled at you, chuckling as he lifted your head with the tip of the blade. You looked into his perfidious eyes, your whole body shivering against Antinous clothed build.

You closed your eyes as you felt Antinous getting closer. Slowly the blade moved to your lips pressing gently as you opened your mouth and welcomed Antinous’ tongue inside it. Your lips collapsed as you felt the taller man roughly grab your breast, massaging it as his fingers played with your hardened tits. You moaned inside Antinous’ mouth as you let his tongue explore it.

Antinous let go of your breast as his hands traveled to your waist. You felt the cold tip of the blade on your belly. Breaking the kiss, you breathed again as you positioned your arms around Antinous neck, letting him violently push you against the wall as he ripped the rest of your dress open.

Now fully exposed, you were wet and desperately needing for what was to come. With your back against the cold wall, Antinous grabbed your legs and lifted you, trapping your body between the rock and his body. You moaned again when you felt Antinous’ clothes rubbing against your exposed pussy. You chased the friction as Antinous followed your movement, his waist pushing you against the wall as he fucked you fully clothed. Your arms tightened up around Antinous neck as you desperately rubbed against him, feeling the leather against your sensitive skin.

“P-please”, you begged, completely lost in the feeling, “Put it inside!”

Words escaped your mouth faster than you could realize. You were now begging a stranger to fuck you senseless. You blushed, your face buried in Antinous’ neck.

“Well then”, whispered Antinous, a large smile on his face, “If you ask-”

“Please!”

You stopped again, you pussy throbbing so hard you thought you were going to pass out. It was so hard not to beg, not to cry for a cock to penetrate you because this is all you could think about at the moment. Antinous was tall and charming, his lips traveling on your cheeks, descending to bite your neck as his waist movement stopped. You could feel one of his hands moving from your legs to his crotch. Without hesitation, Antinous grabbed his cock and roughly rubbed it against your sensitive and throbbing pussy. He hadn’t penetrated you yet, his dick was playing with your crotch, getting his dick wet by rubbing the tip against your exposed clit.

“Good girl”, Antinous called you, “I can’t wait to fuck you and breed you until you can’t think of anything else but my cock.”

You drooled, your head spinning as you thought about his large dick inside you. You felt like you waited for hours until you sensed something huge between your legs, the tip of Antinous cock had entered you and you moaned desperately. It was so large it hurt, but you lowered yourself on it anyway. For a moment nobody moved, you waited for a few seconds, needing to adapt. But Antinous didn’t give you the time to, with no hesitation he grabbed your hips and fucked into you with incredible violence, pushing himself in and out and crushing you against the wall as you cried from pleasure. Each trust felt like his cock was getting bigger. The tip pressed so deep against you you felt like you were going to split in two. You could hear Antinous deep and raspy moans as he roughly fucked into you. In rapid movements he moved in and out, smashing into your pussy as he chased his own release.

Antinous moved you higher against the wall so his face could bury itself in your neck and bite the skin, leaving red marks on its path. His tongue licked the skin, moving from your neck to your cheeks, reaching for your lips as you kissed again. His tongue made its way inside your mouth, muffling your numerous moans as his cock was ravaging your body.

You couldn’t think anymore, your mind was fully occupied by the huge cock pushing in and out of you. You could feel the skin, the veins entering your pussy, Antinous body smashing against yours as you felt like you were being fucked against the wall, completely crushed between Antinous and the cold stones.

Faster and faster, Antinous thrusted into you as your lips were still sealed with one another, devouring each others’ mouth. Your pussy hurt as you felt like you were getting close, Antinous had slowed down but while each thrust was slower they were also incredibly violent.

Breaking the kiss, Antinous looked into your watery eyes before pushing one last time and releasing all his come inside you. You screamed as you felt the hot liquid inside your body, shaking as your entire body hurt, feeling your own orgasm washing over you. For a moment nobody moved, Antinous was still deep inside you, pushing his semen harder inside you, while you were still clinging to his large shoulders, slowly breathing.

When you came back to yourself, Antinous was still holding you, a large smile on his face.

“Beautiful”, he said simply as he looked at you, “And delicious.”

“If I can’t have her, I can have you.”

You shivered as Antinous towered you. You were standing, your back against the wall. You had nowhere to go, nobody to call for help. The palace was full of suitors you tried your best to avoid everyday. But you couldn’t run away from Antinous preying grasp.

“I could scream”, you bluffed.

Antinous laughed to your face, he understood how desperate you were, there was nowhere you could run now.

“And who would come?”, he hissed, his hands reaching for your exposed shoulders, “The other suitors? I wonder what they would do to you…”

You knew well what men would do. No other servants would dare come to your help because they also knew what would happen to them. You were alone.

“What do you want then?”, you asked naively.

“You.”

You swallowed as you came to term with what was next. You felt Antinous delicate fingers caress the skin of your shoulders, his hands moving slowly to grab your neck and squeeze it lightly.

“So beautiful”, Antinous murmured, “A face even the Gods would desire.”

You tilted your head. You doubted this man could be a God in disguise. You despised him so much you knew he was nothing but a coward waiting to exploit people’s weaknesses. Now he was exploiting your own. You were only a servant who had worked for the queen since you were a child. You had seen all these men come years after years while your mistress awaited the king’s return. You had lost hope long ago for the man you never knew.

“I doubt the Gods would find any interest in a young servant like me.”

“You’re right”, Antinous laughed as his fingers moved to caress your lips, “Who would care about a lost little girl in a palace so big for her that she would end up stuck between my arms.”

His finger pressed on your lips as you parted them open. There was no point in resisting what was happening, you let it come as it would.

Antinous smiled as his thumb moved inside your mouth, his gaze locked on yours as he tilted his head to kiss you. Your head hit the wall behind you as Antinous devoured your lips, his tongue breaking through and finding your own. There was no battle, no fight in you as you let him press his body against yours.

You felt one hand on your neck as the other was roaming on your shoulders, caressing your arms, moving to your waist and finally to your breast. You felt Antinous grip tighten on your neck, shocking you as you struggled to breathe into the kiss. You broke it to catch your breath, your chest moving up and down as Antinous had grabbed it, his fingers playing with the fabric of your dress. You could feel your tits harden at the unwanted touch. You shivered at the touch as you could feel Antinous hot breath against your ear.

“Kneel.”

Without hesitation you obeyed, falling to your knees as you looked up at Antinous crooked smile. His hand moved to your hair as he grabbed a few strands.

“Now pleasure me, girl.”

You swallowed again. You had no experience in pleasing men but you knew all too well what Antinous meant. Your knees were hurting, your dress barely holding onto your shoulders. You let it fall off your shoulders as you looked up at Antinous and waited. It wasn’t long before he grabbed his cock and presented it right to your face. Taking a deep breath, you sighed as you opened your mouth to welcome him in.

At first you choked. Antinous was big, too big for your inexperienced mouth. You swallowed fast as you almost choked on your own saliva. Slowly you took him deeper and deeper as your mouth moved up and down. Your tongue was playing around his dick as he pushed himself deeper into you.

“Look at me.”

Again you obeyed, your teary eyes looking up at his perfidious face. He was taking pleasure in humiliating you. Without hesitation, his hand in your hair, he forced you deeper on his cock until he was the one pushing in and out of you as you struggled to keep up the pace. Tears formed in your eyes as Antinous was using you, moaning as he came closer and closer. You could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Faster and faster Antinous was fucking your mouth without care for you. He moaned, louder and louder as his hips crashed against your face as you swallowed him whole. You closed your eyes and waited for him to finish. It took only a few more trust until you felt his hot semen flooding your mouth. You swallowed the best you could as Antinous moved out of your used mouth. You breathed again, catching your breath as you wiped your mouth clean.

“Get up, now”, he snarled, a smile on his face as he enjoyed your humiliation.

Struggling you got up. You were so small compared to him. Your dress had fallen off of your shoulders and you were now naked, freezing as Antinous was towering over you. Your arms tried to cover your breast but Antinous was quick to grab them and push you against the wall, holding your arms alongside your body.

Antinous eyes moved from your face to your exposed chest. Nonchalantly he grabbed your breast, his hands forcefully squeezing it. You breathed loudly as his face crashed against yours again, his mouth attacking your lips. You let his tongue dominate yours again, Antinous hands moving on your breast as he pressed his crotch against you, rubbing his dick on your exposed body. He bit your lips, his tongue playing in your mouth as you desperately needed to breathe. Antinous broke to kiss to lick your neck, you moaned as you felt his teeth bit you, completely lost in the feeling of him fucking you through his clothes. You let yourself go as Antinous's body pushed you again and again into the wall, your whole body hurting until he broke the kiss and took his distance.

“Good girl”, Antinous whispered, smiling again as his eyes traveled on your naked body, licking his lips.

You struggled to breathe as you came back to yourself, irritated that you couldn’t have the release you longed for. He had used you for his own pleasure and denied yourself yours. You grabbed your dress as you put it back on. You looked back at Antinous only to find him smiling, yet again.

“I’m not done yet”, he said simply, “Next I’ll be fucking you.”

The sun set as you sat on the chair, facing your mirror. You brushed your dark hair, thinking about home. You had a great time at the Red Keep and King’s landing, but nothing compared to the sun and gardens of Dorne. You spent a lot of time reading outside, you had little to no contact with anyone. As an outsider, you were treated as such. Not mistreated, only ignored and sometimes you were happier it was this way. However there is someone you couldn’t ignore.

The first time you had met him you were sitting outside in the gardens, reading. You saw him watching from a far, smiling, as you wondered what a Targaryen Prince wanted of you. You ignored him, getting back into your book, your nose deep into the ancient pages. You felt it before seeing it, a cold blade on your neck, the pointy end teasing your dress as if a single movement could undress you. You knew him by name, by reputation, but you had yet to properly meet Daemon Targaryen himself.

“This is a weird way to greet someone”, you spat, your head turning back to look at Daemon.

He smiled as your gazes crossed. You smiled back, your head full of thoughts as you drew your own dagger. You were no ordinary princess, you would never go around alone without your weapon. Your blades met as you pushed away his sword from your neck. 

“It is indeed not a way to greet such a beautiful lady”, replied Daemon as he withdrew his sword, “But you could think such a frail creature would be armed and ready…”

You grimaced as the prince approached you, now standing right next to you. You weren’t just a frail thing, a stupid and defenseless woman. You knew how to fight and defend yourself and you wouldn’t hesitate to show the prince how to. However, having him towering you made you blush. You could barely think as his crotch was standing a few centimeters from you. He was beautiful and it was hard for you to focus on anything else other than his impressive stature.

Shaking your head you got up, scrubbing your dress for dead leaves. Now facing him you lost yourself on his face for a second. He had a little annoying smirk, long silver hair and deep purple eyes. You lost your breath, barely breathing anymore as you wondered how his lips would taste, how it would feel to graze his raw skin with your fingers. You were taken out of your thoughts when Daemon tilted his head to murmur in your ears.

“I know you want me.”

You scoffed, such insolence was both hot and absolutely irritating. You shook your head as you stepped back, already missing his body against yours.

“I don’t think so”, you laughed, your hand gripping the handle of your dagger.

Daemon looked at you up and down, one of his hands brushing the delicate tanned skin of your arm.

“We’ll see.”

You watched him walk away with arrogance, squeezing your book against your breast, closing your legs to stop yourself from getting wet just at his word. You were feeling so hot, there was a part of you who wanted to behead him, and the other to give him head. You shook your head again and regained your chamber.

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You stepped out of your room, ready to get some more books at the library. It was almost night as you walked along the large corridors to the stairs. You could hear water dripping and people talking in the distance. You had been lonely for quite some time now, alone with your books but you weren’t so unhappy, you had a certain pleasure hanging with yourself. You walked down the stairs when you heard a voice.

“Going somewhere?”

You felt his presence before seeing him. His arrogance was so noticeable it was hard to ignore. Daemon went down a few stairs, towering you as he smiled, yet again, as he always did when he saw you.

“Not somewhere you would be interested to go.”, you spoke, shrugging your shoulders as you started to go down the stairs again.

You felt like you were going to fall down the stairs before you had a hand grab your arm and hold you in place. Your breath fell short as your books felt on the floor. Daemon had grabbed your arm before you fell and now you were stuck within his grasp as your blushing face caressed the leather of his top. You couldn’t move, too shy and ashamed to do so, but you regained your composure quickly as you moved away from the Prince, rubbing your dress and climbing down a few stairs to catch your books. You were now being towered yet again by Daemon as you looked right at him, both your eyes meeting in a tense atmosphere.

“T-thanks”, you stuttered.

You wanted to hit yourself in the face for looking so defenseless in front of him. Your desire to be dominated was too strong to ignore yet you refused to let him feel an ounce of your submission.

“You’re welcome.”, Daemon spoke as he smiled, shrugging his shoulders

You waited for a few seconds, before climbing back up to face him, you looked at one another like you were both starving. Your entire body wanted to fall on your knees and suck him off until he forgot his own name.

“Now you owe me…”, he murmured as he scratched his chin.

You could see right through his game but yet you wanted to play it.

“I owe you nothing”, you replied, squeezing your books against your breast, showing them off more than you should.

You wanted to sound like you didn’t care he was asking you for something intimate. You had played games like this before and often won, because men are easily submissive but you knew Daemon was different. He wanted you submissive, and you could only wish you were, just for him.

You shook your head, maybe it was all in your head after all. Maybe he didn’t want you, maybe he didn’t care. But if he didn’t, then why was he always following you like your own shadow. Why would he love to follow you everywhere and look like he would ate you whole the moment he got the chance to.

“Have you ever kissed a man, my lady?”

You scoffed at his question. Of course you had! But it was nothing Daemon should be worried about right here.

“More than you can think of”, you laughed, your cheeks hot as you were now standing right next to each other, him slightly taller as you fixed your gaze on his neck and large shoulders.

“Then maybe-”

You cut him short as you plunged your face into his. Your lips met as you let go of your books to grab his cheek and deepen the kiss. You could feel him retaliate as he grabbed your waist and pushed you against the wall, trapping you between the cold stones and his large body. You opened your month, letting his tongue in as you fought for dominance. It was already lost but your arms found his neck as you embraced him. You felt so hot, your cheeks burning as your mouth was getting ravaged by the Rogue Prince. You didn’t want to let go even if you were going to suffocate. After a few seconds you broke the kiss to breathe again. Both your saliva mixing as you wiped your lips.

“Now that’s a real kiss”, Daemon laughed, “Making me very hard.”

You smiled, his hands still grabbing your waist as you approached closer, feeling his hard crotch against your belly as you slowly rubbed your body against his. Daemon smiled back as he let you. While you were rubbing against him he kissed you again, his teeth biting your lips as his body pushed you against the wall again, fucking you into the stones as you lost yourself in his mouth. Your fingers scratched the back of his neck as he pushed his face harder into yours. Breaking the kiss again you breathed heavily into his face as you both looked at each other. You could feel how hard his cock was through his clothes but yet you decided to break the hug and take some distance.

You grabbed your books again as you went down a few stairs. Turning around to face him, you stood there a few seconds.

“Maybe come see me sometimes”, you smiled as you turned around to leave. You only heard him from a distance as he spoke.

“Count on me, beautiful.”

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You waited, sat on your bed as you were lost deep in your thoughts. Maybe it was too bold of you, maybe too arrogant to think a Targaryen would have any interest in you. But you had seen it when you touched him, felt it when you kissed. There was something in your body screaming to get on your knees and pleasure the Prince. You wanted to be called names and be the one who gave pleasure to your partner, to be good and submissive because deep down behind your arrogance was a girl wanting to be dominated.

You sighed as you laid on the bed. He might never come and it would break your heart but that would be very out of character for the Rogue Prince to refuse an intercourse.

Deep in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door opening as you long awaited Prince stood in the room, looking down at you.

“Evening”, he spoke as you sat down on your bed, half clothed.

You didn’t know what to say. I’m happy to see you… Finally! … I thought you would never come… I NEED YOU!

“Glad you’re here my Prince.”

You settled for something simple. You were truly happy to see him, Daemon was only wearing a white shirt and leather pants, almost ready for you to climb and ride him all night. Daemon approached you as he stretched his arm to reach your face and push your hair out of the way. Your hands moved to his chest, rubbing against the fabric as you looked at him with your doe eyes.

“So pretty”, murmured Daemon as he moved his hands to grab your neck and squeeze it lightly.

You wanted to drool, to lick his entire body and suck him off until he came again and again. Your hands moved to his crotch as you rubbed the fabric with your fingers, pushing against his hard cock.

“Let me suck it”, you said, “P-please.”

You wanted to beg for it. Beg your Prince to let you suck his cock and make him comes just with your mouth and hands.

“So eager, gorgeous…”, Daemon howled as he caressed your hair, pushing your head slightly into his crotch, “Practically begging for my dick.”

“I am begging!”, you shouted, pouting as you moved your fingers to unbutton his pants. You were quick to discard the bottom as Daemon took off his top. It took your breath away, he was so massive, so majestuous it was hard for you to ignore him. Your fingers danced on his scars as you approached your head and kissed the lower part of his belly.

Your head moved lower and lower as you kissed your way to his erected cock.

“Good girl”, Daemon murmured as you kissed his length.

You smiled, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out to lick his cock. You could feel him getting tense as you licked the top of his dick, your tongue circling the sensitive part as your saliva dripped from your mouth. You moved your tongue up and down before reaching for the tip and slowly pushing the cock into your mouth. You took time to get used to the size as you moved your head to suck Daemon off. His hands reached for your hair as he pushed you roughly on his cock making you suck harder and faster. You could barely keep up as he was now fucking your mouth. You could feel his cock hitting the back of your throat as you could barely breathe anymore. You were nothing more than a hole where he could cum into. It only took him a few more trust before coming inside your mouth and choking you with his semen before letting you go.

You didn’t have time to catch your breath before Daemon roughly pushed you against the bed and climbed above you. With a swift movement he ripped your dress off you. You were now naked, Daemon towering you as you blushed and desperately tried to hide your breast and pussy. But there was nothing stopping him now. Daemon pushed your legs open as his whole body felt unto yours. You could feel his breath against your neck as he bites onto the skin. His mouth moving rapidly as his cock was rubbing against your exposed vagina as you could feel his fingers roughly penetrating you one after another, fucking you into the mattress. His long fingers moved in and out while his thumb was pressing against your clit, rubbing it.

“P-please!”, you begged as Daemon took his fingers outside you, “Fuck me!”

“Oh honey…”, murmured Daemon in your ears as he bitten them, “I’m going to fuck you so hard my semen will breed you for weeks, you will not be able to sit without thinking about how big my cock was and how destroyed your pussy will be.”

Daemon bitted on your breast as you screamed his name. His tongue played with your tits as his cock savagely penetrated you. You could feel the force he had pushing into you fucking you into the bed as his whole body dominated yours. For now you were his and his only. You could only think about his fingers and his dick inside you, about his semen in your month and his tongue biting your tits. You could feel him slow down as he sat back on the bed.

“Let me take you from being Sugar”, he spoke as he flipped your body on the mattress.

Your face was now deep into the cushion as you felt Daemon’s hands grabbing your waist and pushing into you without warning. You screamed as he fucked into you with all his might. Each trust was more violent than the one before. His huge cock penetrating you and fucking you into the mattress so hard you could barely think, you could only submit to him as his fingers scratched your back and grabbed you hair to fuck into you like a beast in heat. It took him only a few more trust to come as you did. Your orgasm washed over you like a huge wave as you breathed into the cushions. Slowly you could feel the mattress shift as Daemon climbed outside the bed and walked around to lay next to you.

Contrary to the sex you’ve just had, Daemon kisses were soft and gentle. He caressed your hair as you breathed normally again, kissing your cheeks and your forehead kindly. Both your naked body squeezed unto one another as you smiled. Your nose rubbed his as he embraced you.

“Good girl”, Daemon spoke after a few minutes of silence, “Good and pretty girl.”

You could feel the sun on your skin as you slowly woke up. The light was piercing through the curtains, gently lighting up the bedsheet you were under. Opening your eyes you yawned, it had been a long night, your legs hurted and your lips were still wet. At your side was your husband, Daemon, still asleep. You took a few minutes to look at his beautiful face. His messy silver hair felt on his face as you could see his chest moving up and down in a calming rhythm. You approached your head to kiss his forehead gently before stepping out of the bed.

Your legs still hurt from the night before. It had been a long evening of drinking and eating before a very hot and long night of making love. You had screamed so loud during your multiple orgasms that you wondered if the bodyguards outside had heard you. They probably dis, you thought. But you wouldn’t trade Daemon between your legs eating you out for anything in the world and certainly not for two men potentially hearing you.

You walked to the large closet. Today was no special day but you wanted to wear your best and most beautiful dress. You had an appointment at the hair dresser and as a mob wife you were obliged to be all dressed up. You knew Daemon had a busy day today, some business you couldn’t attend to. He wouldn’t bother you with such things even if you enjoyed his presence during his work. Considering he really did not want you to attend it was possibly dangerous and never ever would Daemon not protect his wife from dirty affairs.

Opening the closet you looked at all your suits and dressed. You were feeling more like wearing a short dress today, you had a few preferred colors that perfectly matched your naked light brown skin. Pink, green, black… red. Red was the perfect color. It was both pretty and sexy. You opted for a short backless red dress, it would go perfectly with your high heels sparkly red shoes. You closed the door to the closet and looked at you in the mirror, smiling.

“I preferred you naked”

You turned around to face your husband looking right at you. His eyes piercing like he could see through your clothes. You smiled and spinned around in your beautiful red dress. The fabric flew around you in a graceful way. You had chosen this dress to please Daemon, it was his favorite. You knew you wouldn’t see him all day so you had to make sure he woke up to a beautiful view.

“You don’t like the dress then?”

You pouted, you had chosen it for him but you knew he was only joking.

“Never said I didn’t”, he laughed, sitting in the bed.

Smiling, you turned around again to enter the bathroom. You had your makeup to do before leaving. You heard the bed’s mattress shift as Daemon joined you in the bathroom. His hands found your waist as you grabbed your mascara. He played with your long braided hair before setting them aside to kiss your exposed neck. You shivered as his lips caressed your sensitive skin. His hands moved to your belly and then your breast, slowly grabbing them as you laughed.

“Now, now”, you said, “I need to go!”

Daemon sighed as he hugged you from behind, his head inside the crook of your neck. You could feel his hot breath on your skin as you embraced him. You wish you didn’t have to go so soon and that you could stay in bed all day with him. But you both had duties to attend to and your appointment couldn’t wait.

You hugged for a little while until you gently pushed Daemon away, smiling at him as your hands reached for his face, holding him close as you kissed him.

“See you tonight love”, you whispered.

Daemon smiled in return, letting you go as you walked outside the bathroom. You crossed the bedroom to get your coat, Daemon shadowing you as he grabbed some pants. You opened the door and waited. You needed your good bye kiss before going. Daemon laughed and trotted to you to kiss you deeply before letting you go.

“See you tonight dear wife”, he murmured as you closed the door.

You left the building escorted by your bodyguard. If Daemon was often shadowing you you also had your own bodyguard to look after you all day. It was a must as the wife of one of the most prominent and powerful mob bosses in the city. You rarely stepped outside alone, both Daemon and your bodyguards were always armed in case anything happened. You were always secure with him and you thanked him everyday for this. Your bodyguard opened the door for you as you stepped outside the building and climbed into the car.

In the car you thought about last night. You loved Daemon so much, especially when his face was between your legs and his tongue deep inside your pussy. But there was something more about him that you had longed to tell him but never dare to. You loved his guns. You loved guns in general. But you had close to no knowledge of them, you barely could handle one and you had never asked Daemon to teach you. But you thought about all the time he undressed and you could see his gun close to his chest, how you wished he would use it to caress your skin, maybe even to masturbate you with it. You had bitten your lips until it bled just as the thought of handling a gun in bed next to Daemon. One day you wished you could ask him… ask him to teach you, ask him to touch you with his guns, to make love to you with them until you screamed his name again.

You heard the noise before you could feel the defraglation. In a split second, there was nothing but noises and pain. Cars had been following you, one in front, one behind, surrounding you as an empty bus drove right into you, smashing your car and you and your bodyguard with it. You had no time to react, there was nothing you could do but scream before everything went dark.

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“Who did it?”

Daemon growled as the men before him couldn’t give him the answer he seeked. Fine, he would find it himself if needed. He would get revenge and slaughter whoever tried to hurt his beloved.

“We only have a few clues boss.”, a man said, “Could be the greens.”

Sighting, Daemon got up. A knife in one hand, a gun in the other, he looked down. He couldn’t show how affected he was. He needed to stay strong. Make the men before him understand that he was the one in charge and that they would do everything they needed to find the perpetrators. Daemon was taken out of his thoughts as a man suddenly opened the door.

“Sir! Sir, s-she woke up!”

Daemon jumped on his feet. Revenge could wait, for now all he thought about was if you could make it. Without hesitation Daemon jumped into his car and drove all the way to the hospital to see you. There was no time to waste if you were dying he wanted to be beside you.

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Slowly you opened your eyes. The first thing you could think was how your whole body hurt. You couldn’t move but you could hear. There were people around you, walking, screaming, chatting. You wanted to cry, you could barely remember what had happened but you knew how serious it was. You were attacked, targeted as you only remembered the bus plowing into your car. You searched around you as best as you could, you head slowly moving as you begged.

“D-Daemon?”

You cried helpless as you felt your emotion overwhelming you, tears dripping down your face.

“I’m here love.”

Just hearing his voice was enough to make you smile. You weren’t dead and neither was Daemon, thankfully nothing had happened to him and you were relieved he was at your side.

“I’m right here beautiful.”

You turned your head with difficulty, trying to face him as he gently took your hands in his. You could feel the warmth of his skin against yours as you cried.

“I’m s-so so-sorry.”, you murmured.

“What for?”, asked Daemin, visible pain on his face as he looked at you, “You don’t have to be sorry for anything.”

You nodded as you found comfort in his eyes. His hand gently cuddling yours as you melted into his touch. Your whole body hurt but just seeing him was enough to make you feel better. But still, even with all the love he showered you with, you felt weak, useless. Here was nothing you could have done to prevent what happened, yet you still felt like it was your fault. Had you not been careful enough? Could you not have prevented the bus from hitting you? How couldn’t you see the cars following you? You had been so careless it almost cost you your life.

“I know who did this.”, said Daemon, looking into your eyes, “I will take care of it. I promise.”

You nodded again, tears dripping down your face as you slowly drifted away.

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It had been a few months since the attack now. Daemon had confirmed to you that the Greens were behind it and that he would take care of them soon enough. You were feeling better, your wounds had healed and most of your bones too. But the sentiment was still here, you had been a victim, a useless and weak victim and nothing could stop people from hurting you again. For months now you had thought about helping Daemon find the men who hurt you, but what could you even do? You didn’t know how to fight, barely ever held a gun. You were useless.

Deep into your thoughts you didn’t hear Daemon enter the bedroom. You were sitting on the bed with only your nightshirt on.

“Hello love.”, whispered Daemon, approaching the bed as he gently grabbed your hand, “How are you feeling?”

You smiled, unsure how you felt, nothing hurt anymore but deep inside you your weaknesses hurt you the most.

“I’m feeling useless”, you answered, “Weak even.”

You lowered your head to look at your hands, they were shaking. You wanted to cry, again, you were weak. Sensing your distress Daemon caressed your hands gently, a reassuring motion.

“You’re not”, he growled, he sounded unhappy but you could sense how it hurt him to see you suffer, “nothing that happened was your fault.”

“B-but, if only I had seen the cars a-and-”

“NOTHING! Was your fault!”, Daemon yelled, squeezing your hand with force.

You jumped back, you could sense his anger was building since he had entered the room, but yet you didn’t think he would let go of his anger on you. What have you done wrong again?

“I’m so sorry love”, he said, “Look at me.”

You looked at him. He was beautiful but you could feel fire in his eyes. He wanted to find who hurt you so badly, but yet here he was with you, his priority was always to take care of you first. You wanted him, you needed him so much it hurt. Daemon looked into your eyes as you drowned into his. You needed him.

“I want you”, you suddenly spoke, breaking the silence, “It’s been months and I-I…”

“And you want to make love?”, Daemon smiled as he let go of your hands. He seemed much calmer now and you could even see a slight smile on his face. He wanted you too.

You nodded, letting him approach you first. Daemon kissed you passionately as you laid on the bed. You could feel his whole body on top of yours, his crotch rubbing between your legs as your pussy got wet. You had no underwear on,it was your bare skin against the suit he was wearing. Daemon rapidly discarded his best to let you see his shirt and most importantly his gun hanging at the left side of his chest. You moaned into his mouth as his tongue penetrated it to battle your own tongue. Both rubbing against one another you could feel how wet you were and how desperate you were for one another. Daemon was still fully clothed and yet practically pounding into you like he had his cock deep inside your cunt.

Trying to step out of his clothes, Daemon discarded his pants to let his huge cock spring free. He went for his shirt before you stopped him.

“No, keep it on”, you begged. You wanted him to fuck you hard with the gun in sight. It only made it more exciting.

“The gun?”, Daemon asked, confused.

You nodded. Smiling as you had a hard time explaining yourself.

“You want me to keep the gun on, love?”, said Daemon, still looking at you confused as his silver hair fell on his shoulders and chest.

“Y-Yes”, you stuttered, unsure how to formulate your next thought. How could you explain to your husband that a gun made you even more excited during sex, “I like seeing you with this gun.”

Daemon tilted his head. The sentence went directly to his mind but also his cock. It was incredibly sexy of you to find firearms exciting. He would take note for later.

“Fine then”, murmured Daemon, “The gun stays on during sex.”

You laughed as you laid back on the bed, opening your arms for Daemon. With a rapid movement he discarded your nightsuit and you were now naked on the bed, Daemon admiring your beautiful tan skin. With haste He laid on top of you, almost cutting your breath before using his elbows to prop up his body. You spread your legs widely to welcome him, Daemon was quick to react by rubbing his hardened and desperate cock on your exposed pussy. You wanted him to penetrate you, to fuck you so hard and so fast you would remember it for days. But for now you also wanted to make him happy, so while Daemon had attacked your neck with bites and kisses you lowered one of your hands to grab his dick and jerk him off while he was abusing the sensitive skin of your chest and breast. You could feel him rubbing his cock into your hands while he sucked on your nipples. With the other hand, you touched his gun, you could feel him shift in the way he moved after you reached for the gun. You took it out of his pocket to place it against his back, your hand holding the gun against his skin as he masturbated himself into your hand. The touch of the gun on his skin and in your hand only made you more excited and insane as you wanted Daemon deep inside you.

You moaned as he kept going, eager you let go of his cock to grab his waist and guide him inside you. Daemon didn’t hesitate for one second and pounded into you as hard and fast as he could as you kept screaming his name. It only took him a few more trusts to come inside you and you could feel the hot liquid pour into your pussy as your tits were ravaged from Daemon’s attacks.

You wanted to breathe again but you felt Daemon shift above you as he buried two of his fingers into your sensitive and wet cunt. He played with the cum as he fingered you to a second orgasm which came shortly after the first one. It had been so long you had almost forgotten how it felt to be fucked into oblivion. You felt stupid, panting like a thirsty dog as you moaned gently when Daemon retrieved his fingers.

“Good girl”, growled Daemon as he held you in his arms, gently lying on the bed next to you, “Can I retrieve the gun now?”

You laughed, the object still in your hand as you gave it back to him and that he discarded it on the table next to the bed. You felt so lightheaded after your orgasms but the simple feeling of having a weapon in your hand only made you come harder.

“Fuck me with it next time”, you spoke. Daemon looked at you with both confusion and excitement. There was definitely a possibility of making many sexual things with a small gun.

“Would you teach me?”

Daemon was taken aback by the sentence, he turned his head toward you.

“Teach you what?”, he asked, confused.

“The gun”, you said, unsure, “How… how to shoot?”

Daemon stopped for a moment, pondering as he looked at you. You just had sex and the first thing that came to his wife’s mind was how to shoot with a gun. Daemon sighted but in the end after what happened to you it made sense you would want to know how to defend yourself, plus he was super eager to give you private lessons.

“Fine”, Daemon replied, laughing, “I’ll make sure to be a good professor then.”

You smiled, happy at the thought of you two having a very private session together. You drifted to sleep as Daemon gently caressed your hair.

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“This is a Diamondback DB9, a 9 mm Pocket Pistol”, murmured Daemon into your ear as you could feel his crotch rubbing against your back.

You nodded as you were holding the gun into both your hands. It was surprisingly heavier than you expected. You could feel your hands shaking from holding the gun but you still focused on the target standing in front of you.

“Now wait… focus”, he whispered as his hands traveled to your waist, caressing your belly and thighs.

You smiled as you felt him slowly getting off of rubbing against you. This shooting session had turned into a sexual intercourse and you had difficulty focusing on the target when there was such a massive dick waiting for you to ride it.

“I’m focused”, you replied, “You aren’t though.”

Daemon pushed his crotch harder into your back, laughing as he let go of your waist to focus on the firearm.

“Focus I said”, he murmured into your ears again, “See the target, focus and shoot it, don’t mind me.”

His voice was sweet but you could sense the extreme hornyness of the moment. You laughed as you took your first shot. Not very good, but not bad either, you hit the target at least.

“Now remember, don’t move when you’re shooting, you’ll lose precision if you do.”

“Got it boss”, you moaned as you could feel him getting tense, harder against you. You didn’t call him that often but he loved it.

You shot a second time, this time hitting the head, proud of you you turned back to look at Daemon. He was smiling at you, visibility proud.

“I’m ready to chase down my enemies”, you spoke, confident as you played with the gun in your hands.

“I love seeing you like this”, Daemon said, caressing your cheeks gently before kissing you passionately, “But I would rather you leave this to me.”

He seemed so cold in an instant. Yes he had taught you how to shoot but no, he would not let you get in danger again. You smiled as you shrugged your shoulders.

“When will you be leaving then?”, you asked, tears in your eyes as you prayed for his safe return.

“Wait for me here honey, I’ll bring these men back here begging on their knees for forgiveness.”

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The second you heard the door open you jumped on your feet. A few men entered the living room before you could see Daemon. The sight of it was enough to make your heart hurt as you hoped that he was okay. In the end all he did was for you and to get revenge for what happened to you, you could never forgive yourself if something happened to him. Happy to see him again you jumped into his arms as the men left the room. You kissed him deeply as he hugged you. Rapidly Daemon broke the kiss to hand you a bottle containing a strange object.

“Jesus! What is this?”, you asked, half curious, half disgusted.

“The eye of the perpetrator”, stated Daemon nonchalantly. He held the bottle close to you, like he was offering you the eye as a present. Reluctantly you took it, smiling as you looked at the eye closer. It was drowning in water and a little blood as the purple eye was floating inside the bottle.

Outside you heard some noises, you looked at Daemon worried but he gently caressed your face as the bodyguards entered the room again, this time with 5 men who looked beaten up and weak as they stumbled in the room, their face full of bruises and blood.

“Honey I present you… the men driving the cars”, he murmured into your ear.

Strangely you smiled. So these were the men who hurt you, who put you into so much pain and suffering and that also impacted Daemon’s life. You wanted them dead, they had suffered enough but only death could make their presence meaningful.

Daemon caressed your arm as he handed you another object. It was his gun. You looked at him confused as he nodded at you, his face turning toward the men on the floor, begging for their lives.

“I-It was his p-plan”, yelled one man, his face full of blood.

“Shut up!”, you screamed back, pointing the gun directly at the man's face who started crying.

“You heard the lady”, mewled Daemon, visibly proud of you.

The bodyguards didn’t move, holding the 5 men on the floor as you walked toward them with your gun in hand. Now you could get justice, you could get revenge. But you had an idea, a better idea.

“Would you be so kind to leave them here, for us to take care of them?”, you gently asked the bodyguards.

They hesitated for a second, looking at Daemon

“Do as my wife says”, Daemon commanded. The men didn’t wait for a second and left the room, leaving the 5 culprits into your capable hands.

“Sit down honey”, you moaned to Daemon as you kissed his beautiful face, “The show is on.”

Rapidly you turned back as Daemon unzipped his pants. The men looked at you, all of them blaming the other for what happened. You didn’t wait long before you shot the first man. The other started yelling and begging for their lives as you ended them one by one, in a cold and calculated gesture. Behind you you could hear Daemon jerking off to the sound of you using his gun. He moaned as he came all over his clothes. You shot the last man as he finished and you turned right back to him to give him back his gun, immediately getting on your knees.

“Are you kidding me”, Daemon laughed as he helped you get back on your feet, “I’m done, you’re the one getting pleasured now.”

You smiled as Daemon guided you to the couch facing the dead men. Rapidly you discarded your clothes as Daemon moved between your legs, his fingers caressing your wet pussy before his lips met with yours at the bottom of your body. You could feel his fingers dig into your hips as he held you down and ate you out. You moaned as his tongue penetrated you, moving in and out while his fingers played with your clit. It wasn’t long until you had your entire body rocking and rubbing against his face for pleasure. With his tongue Daemon added two fingers inside you. You screamed his name and multiple pet names for him to stop and finish it but he was too deep into it to let go of you until you came. With only a few more thrusts until you came all over his face and fingers and that you could catch your breath again. Gently while you were still sensitive, Daemon’s lips traveled up your body, from your pussy to your belly, to your breast and to your neck. He kissed you slowly, devouring you as he left marks all over your skin.

“I love you”, he murmured, “Never, ever, will anything happen to you, ever again.”

“Father?”

You walked into the silent room. Unsure you looked around, nobody was here. You could hear the wind pushing against the curtains. But your father was nowhere to be seen. You moved forward, observing the well ordered room. A few books waited on the desk, half opened for some. You turned around to face the bed. It was made, neat as you approached but still couldn’t find Daemon.

“Father?”, you repeated.

You sounded like you were almost begging for him. After what happened earlier today you had thought about this moment all day. You could barely stand without your whole body shaking from eagerness.

“In here.”

You heard his voice before seeing him. As you stepped further into the room you noticed him. Daemon was lying in the bath, his legs out as the water stopped at his torso. You could see his scars, his silver hair floating in the warm water. You didn’t know where to stand so you just waited. Looking like an idiot, you thought. But in these types of situations you were inexperienced. You weren’t sure what a daughter had to do when she was facing her naked father in his own room, taking a bath.

You smiled as Daemon reached for your hand. You felt his warm skin as you fingers touched. He was so beautiful and you could barely hold it together. You wanted to rip off your own clothes and climb in the bath with him. Maybe you could show him how to ride. But you were still standing here, not moving, just caressing your father's hand as you smiled widely, lost in your own dirty thoughts.

“Will you help me bathe?”, asked Daemon, breaking the silence as you were still standing next to the bath, silent.

Your eyes opened wide as you listened to his words.

“H-help?”, you stuttered, “Yes, I guess. But h-how…”

Daemon smiled as he straightened up. You could see his whole body now, his neck, his scars on the chest, his muscular leg, but most importantly his cock. You could drool from the sight alone but you tried to focus your mind back on your father. You couldn’t go so quick, he was the one who could teach you how to do it. You had to be good, you had to be patient.

“Come closer”, Daemon said, taking you out of your thoughts, “Sit next to me.”

You obeyed immediately, sitting down next to the bath. You looked into your father’s eyes as you waited for his next

“Are you ready to listen to me, sweet girl?”

You smiled at the name. You were his adored, sweet, sweet girl and you would do anything to please him, whatever he asked for, you would provide. You had dreamed so your entire life.

So you nodded, waiting for the next command.

“Take this cloth and help me wash myself.”

You didn’t hesitate and grabbed the piece of cloth hanging at the side of the bath. Daemon extended his arm to you as you began to rub his arm gently, starting from his hand to his forearm, to his shoulders. Caressing his scars as you reached for his neck. He turned his head waiting for you to reach his face. Kindly you rubbed his face, his cheek, his temple. Your other hand reached for his hair, combing them gently as they fell into the water.

“How does it feel?”, you asked. You were so lost in your movements you forgot what happened, where you were, what were you doing. Automatically your hair caressed your father’s hair, your fingers danced on his naked skin. You could only think about one thing. Him, him him.

“Good”, Daemon replied, “But better if you were in here with me.”

You blushed, taken out of your thoughts again you realized you were still fully clothed standing next to the bath. You had seen what was inside, all the parts in your body desperately cried for you to undress and climb into the bath. To ride your own father to pleasure.

“Get your clothes off”, Daemon commanded as your whole body was shaking from excitement, “Now.”

His voice was low, there was a sort of dominance in his voice. Without hesitation you obeyed, your hands working fast to undress yourself, getting rid of the last bit of clothes you could find still hanging on your body. Soon enough you were naked next to the bath and you could feel how your whole body responded to the situation. You were cold but also wet, your body slightly shivering in anticipation.

“Climb”, he said, spreading his arms to welcome you.

You looked at him, he hadn’t moved his body aside to let you in, meaning you were supposed to climb him.

Unsure at first you finally obeyed, letting your legs guide you. The water was boiling hot, your body reacted by sending shivers down your spine as you lowered yourself in the bath.

Now you could feel him. His entire body but most importantly his hard cock between your legs. You wanted to move, to take him whole here and now. You waited for the next command, terrified to move.

“Relax”, Daemon joked, “You are so tense dear.”

You smiled at him. No wonder you were, it wasn’t everyday that you could have such intense and intimate moments with your own father.

“Where do we start?”, Daemon talked, looking at you like he was expecting a precise answer.

Surprised you shrugged your shoulders. You expected him to guide you into it, not ask you what you wanted.

“A kiss… maybe?”, you murmured, unsure.

Daemon smiled as he gestured to you to get closer, his hands reaching for your back as you positioned yours on his shoulders. Slowly you approached your face as your lips grazed his and in a second you were glued to your father. You opened your mouth to let his tongue in. You let him battle your tongue for dominance as you smiled into the kiss. Daemon moaned as your cunt got closer to his desperate and hardened dick. Slowly you moved forward and backward against him, making him moan louder in your mouth. Gently you broke the kiss and opened your eyes again, drowning in his purple iris. You hadn’t stopped the movement of your hips and you could feel Daemon’s following your rhythm as he was trying to get off the friction with your wet cunt.

“I need to be so deep inside you you forget your own name, sweet girl.”

There is nothing more you wanted from him. You wanted him to penetrate you so deep you would be unable to walk for a few days at least. You wanted him so deep that you would not forget the width of his cock for weeks.

You smiled again, getting your head closer to your father’s for another loving kiss.

“P-please Father”, you begged as you broke the kiss, your lips still brushing his own.

Your voice made Daemon so weak there was nothing more he could do than to grab your waist and forcefully penetrate you. You let a little scream at first, you expected it to be large, to be painful, but it wasn’t. With the water it was surprisingly smooth at first, you took him little by little as he moved his crotch up and down. Your fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders as he pushed deeper, now moving in and out.

Daemon’s face moved closer to your neck, his lips attacking your skin as you bite your own lips not to moan too loud. But you couldn’t stop the sounds from escaping your mouth, soon enough you were moaning loudly as your father’s cock was ramming inside your virgin hole.

“Beautiful”, Daemon growled.

You smiled, there was so much pleasure in having your father deep inside you while he ravaged your frail skin with bites and kisses. His hands moved up to grab your chest, his hinges playing with your nipple as you moved forward to kiss him again. Your movements were coordinated now and you could feel both his cock and tongue penetrating you up and down. You slammed your hips against his crotch in a rapid rhythm. Your mind was empty as you jumped on your father’s cock again and again, each time his dick reaching further and further inside you. You could now feel his whole body against yours, the water splashing everywhere in the room as you rode him to orgasm. It only took him a few more trusts until he came deep inside you and you fell onto his chest, exhausted.

“So beautiful”, Daemon repeated, his hands reaching for your hair as he caressed them gently.

You took a deep breath, Daemon was still inside you as you as you breathed, trying to stand on your own as you felt like your whole body was giving up on you after the orgasm. You could feel your whole body shaking from pleasure as Daemon slowly embraced you.

“What a good girl”, he murmured to your ear.

You wanted to stay here, in the warm water next to him, inside his arms as he gently kissed your forehead. You could feel how hot his body was. Slowly you were drifting away in his arms, taken away by the warmth of his body.

“I’ll take care of you”, Daemon whispered as he gently kissed your forehead.

You felt him lift you, carrying you outside the bath to the bedroom. You smiled as you felt his skin against yours as he dropped you on the bed. You could feel his lips against your ear.

“You made him run away!”

Angry, you turned around to face your father. Daemon laughed as he sat on the couch. You fixed him expecting something like a Sorry my beautiful daughter! How could I! But there is no such thing you could expect from the Rogue Prince.

“I didn’t”, Daemon said, shrugging his shoulders, “I barely only showed… my presence.”

You sighted. Once again a man had dared to approach you. You enjoyed the presence of other people if only your father could leave you alone and not scare any man that approached you within a 10 meters range. He had always been so protective of his adopted and adored daughter. As you grew, you felt his presence each time you were with friends or close ones. You barely had any friends growing up alongside him, your two sisters had been the closest friends you ever had. You loved them so dearly and always looked after them. You had spent so much time with Rhaena and Baela, you were there when they were born, and you stayed close to them your entire life even until today as you grew as a beautiful young adult.

“What are you going to do the day I get married”, you replied, smiling.

Daemon thought for a moment but was quickly interrupted by the door suddenly opening.

“I found the brush!”, yelled Rhaena as her and Baela entered your room.

You opened your arms for your little sisters as they approached you. Baela sat next to you as Rhaena positioned herself behind you to comb your hair.

“What were you two talking about”, asked Baela, not very surprised to see her father here.

They had seen the scene before, how fast the young man folded and stepped back when Daemon approached. Baela had laughed as Rhaena shrugged her shoulders in disbelief.

“I asked father what he would do when I get married…”, you spat, looking back at Baela as she started braiding your hair.

“Who said you would get married in the first place”, Daemon replied, getting up as he walked to join his daughters.

You looked up at him, pouting as you did when you were a child and that you desperately wanted something. He smiled as he patted your hair and your sisters’.

“So no marriage?”, you laughed as you thanked Baela and Rhaena before they got up to leave.

“Maybe we can discuss this later”, Daemon replied, waving the girls goodbye as they walked outside your room.

You got up, now facing your father. You loved to look into his purple eyes as he towered you. You loved much more than the father you saw in him. There was something so comforting in him yet this same feeling was also worrying. You felt like he truly did not joke about marriage, could he ever see you with another man than him?

“Could you ever let me go?”, you whispered.

You barely had time to react before Daemon grabbed your arms and pushed your frail body against his. You felt his breath over the skin of your forehead before he kissed you on the head. You melted into his embrace, your own hands grabbing his back as you deepened the hug. The answer was no, he probably would never let you go for another.

“I don’t know”, Daemon murmured.

He seemed surprisingly calm. You could sense his anger when men approached you, you could feel how he resented them and wanted them gone. You hadn’t thought about that before, what would happen the day you leave the nest for another man, another than him? Maybe he would never accept it. Maybe the only thing you wanted was him.

You raised your chin to look at him again. How he was beautiful. They say Targaryens are closer to gods thanks to their dragons. You weren’t one. No Targaryen, no dragon. Only an orphan child rescued by a young Rogue Prince. You sighted, you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

“Can I have a kiss at least?”, you asked, drowning into his eyes as yours were pleading for his lips to meet your own.

Daemon knew well what you meant. It wasn’t just a forehead kiss, a father and daughter kiss. It was a lovers kiss. On your tiptoe you raised your head, eyes closed as you waited. It wasn’t long until you felt your father's lips on yours. The kiss was long and tender. You deepened it, opening your lips to let his tongue in. There was no battle for dominance, you let his tongue go in and find your own. Your lips crashed onto another as you deepened the kiss. His arms around your shoulders Daemon pushed you harder into his arms as his lips continued to move on your own. There was something so intense in feeling all the parts of him against your body. Obviously you could feel how hard he was too. Even if there had never been but caresses and touches between you two, you hadn’t been oblivious to his desire and how his body reacted to yours. As you were still kissing you lowered one of your hands to his hardened crotch. Slowly you caressed the area as you could feel your father moan into your own mouth. There was so much joy in pleasuring him. You had wished all those years that something happened, that finally he would give in for you.

Daemon broke the kiss abruptly, his head slowly parting with yours as he looked at you.

“I’ll come if you keep doing this.”, he laughed.

You still had his dick in hand, you wouldn’t let go until you made sure he came in his pants. There was a little bit of humiliation with it, but you rapidly felt like you weren’t the one in control. His hands had grabbed your arms and held you in place, glued to him.

“Do it then. Show me.”, you said, smiling lightly as your hand still caressed him.

Daemon giggled at your insolence. He would show you the world if he could, but right now he would show you how to make him come in his pants. He would show his daughters all the way she could pleasure him and he would not put barriers between him and you anymore. He loved you more than he could admit.

“Push your hand forward”, Daemon commanded, “Up and down now, faster and faster.”

You obeyed as your hand worked against the leather fabric. Daemon moaned as you pushed your hands forward, embracing his cock inside his clothes. You sped up, faster and faster as he moved his hips and thrusted forward into your small hand.

“Good girl”, he growled.

You smiled. You knew you were one. You would do anything, everything to please him until he would take you to bed and show you how a real man made sex. You didn’t want any other man than your own father penetrating you and breeding you. As your thoughts took you away, you could feel Daemon’s fingers pushing into your skin. He was close and you could feel it because his moans were deep but more and more desperate as they got quicker to escape his mouth. You sped up again, as fast as your hand could let you go. After a few more thrusts Daemon came into his pants as you took a deep breath. Your entire arm hurt. You were out of breath as you almost fainted in his arms, but Daemon was quick to catch you. He held you against his body as he gently kissed your head. His lips caressing your hair.

You breathed, enjoying the hug after this physical effort. You wish he hadn’t stopped so soon, that you would have heard his moan a little longer.

“Was I good?”, you whispered, smiling as you felt your own body shiver under your father’s touch. You desperately wanted to rip your clothes off and climb him until he made you come, again and again.

“Very good”, murmured Daemon, his hand in your hair as the other caressed your cheek, breaking the hug. He looked at you, there was something in his mind and you could tell.

“I’ll see you tonight.”, he stated, finally letting go of you

“Tonight? When?”, you stuttered, confused. You wanted him here and now.

“Tonight.”, he replied before letting you go and stepping out of the room with a smile on his face.

“Next! Who wants to fuck this guy dumb!”

Bruce lifted his head to see another tall, hairy man approach him from behind. His ass was exposed to everyone in the room and it was dripping cum as more and more men came to fuck him.

“Don’t be kind”, Clark laughed, “He is drugged, do as you want. Use him as you need.”

Bruce could feel massive hands grabbing his waist as he was getting impaled by another enormous cock. He could feel it sliding easily inside him, lubed by the semen of previous men. The unknown man slammed his cock inside Bruce as fast as he could go, Bruce was sliding up and down on his dick, moaning loudly as his breast met the cold table. The man accelerated again, surely he was almost done, thought Bruce. But not yet, just before his release the man took his cock out and jerked off until he came on Bruce’s back. 

The men behind him laughed and applauded as the man holding him let him go. Rapidly someone else came, he felt a hard and hot cock penetrate him again, fuck him dumb until he was drooling on the table. Just a few seconds later he had a dick in his face and then deep inside his mouth, being fucked in front and behind, sliding on the table drown in cum. When both men were finished, Bruce breathed again, panting as his mind was dizzy and his body tired.

Bruce waited for another man to come, to fuck him senseless again, but no one approached this time. He could sense some movements behind him, men discussing as cum was still dripping from his ass, mouth and back.

“Come on Clark, show us how you do it!”

Men cheered as Clark approached Bruce. He hadn’t touched him all night, watching other men abuse Bruce after he had drugged him, threw him on a table naked and let anyone who came fuck him. He was a bit hesitant to approach at first, but if his guests wanted a show he would give them. 

Gently Clark caressed Bruce’s back, spreading out the cum until his long fingers met with Bruce’s ass. At first he only stroked his hole, watching the cum drip off and slide alongside his legs onto the floor. Bruce was a total mess and Clark was only getting started. Playing with the cum on his fingers, Clark entered Bruce’s hole. One finger at first, gently he pushed back and forth with ease, feeling Bruce being tense and moving alongside him, needing more than one finger. So without hesitation Clark added a second finger, and a third until he was fully fucking Bruce’s hole with his three fingers. Wet noises came out of Bruce has Clark was fisting him, observed by all the men in the bar that were waiting to fuck him too. Clark’s arm moved quickly has he was fucking Bruce’s hole, faster and faster until the was practically pushing his fist into him. Bruce was moaning loudly, crying out Clark’s name as he was being fucked.

Satisfied with his fingering, Clark retrieved his fingers from Bruce’s hole and prepared his dick. With the cum dripping from Bruce it would be easy to penetrate him and fuck him. But Clark wanted a little bit more challenge for his whore.

“I need two men, now”, he called. A few men had yet to fuck Bruce and two advanced to volunteer.

“One in his mouth, the other with me inside his beautiful ass,” ordered Clark, both men obeyed.

Used to the abuse, Bruce immediately opened his mouth to the large men in front of him, taking the huge cock all the way inside his throat, gagging and choking on it as Clark and another man positioned themselves at the entrance of Bruce’s asshole. They entered slowly, fucking him deep with to cocks instead of one. The two dicks rubbing against one another inside Bruce’s hole only made Clark harder and more excited to fuck him. In unison the both men went back and forth inside Bruce’s abused hole. The room was filled with screams and moans as Bruce was taking 3 cocks at the same time, one in his mouth, two in the ass. 

Once he felt like he was getting close to release, Clark who was above Bruce on the table slides his hands under Bruce’s body to grab his breast, clinging to them for dear life as he was fucking harder and harder into him. Soon he came, cum flooding Bruce’s ass as both men cum inside him. The man in front only took a few more thrusts until he came on Bruce’s face and splattered him with white liquid.

The men applauded, cheering for Clark and his companion as they climbed off Bruce and the table. Clark was exhausted but more than satisfied with what he had done to the poor man laying on the table. Bruce was a total mess, cum dripping from his back, his hole and his mouth and face as he as been fucking in every hole possible.

“Well done gentlemen”, said Clark, smiling, “You completely ruined him, as he deserved!”

Clark turned back to Bruce, looking at the mess they had made. Bruce was heavily breathing, legs spread as cum dripped alongside them. Gently Clark caressed his back, slowly making him roll on the table to face him. He was beautiful, face full of cum, doe eyes facing the ceiling, mouth wide open like he could take a few dicks again. Clark’s hands traveled to Bruce’s chest, gripping his breast and squeezing it lightly, making Bruce moan again.

The sun was setting as you laid on the bed, waiting. The day had been long and you were eager to see your lover at your side. Since the war had started, you barely spent time with Aemond anymore and you missed him dearly. Exchanging kisses was rare now and you spent days waiting for him to come home, to lay at your side and enjoy a night together. Sex had been so quick, so little that you felt like it had been ages since you had a real night alongside your Prince. Him who was so hungry, you who were so desirable. Now it was just days spent at the window dreaming of the body of the one you loved.

You were taken out of your thoughts when the door slammed open. It was unusual and the sound of boots walking rapidly on the floor worried you. What could have happened again? Would you be able to comfort Aemond once again? Was he in danger? Were you?

You were lying on the bed, the door hidden by a screen where you often let your dresses dry. You couldn’t see him but you could feel him. You rubbed your hand, anxious.

“My Prince?”, you were unsure, almost whispering not to make him more angry that he already was. Something was wrong and you could feel it.

There was a few seconds of silence before Aemond broke it, you heard a loud sigh before he appeared at the feet of the bed, his only eye fixed on you.

You smiled as you opened your arms to him. The gods know what he had endured again today but you were here, all of you belonging to him as you invited the young Targaryen prince closer.

Aemond stood there for a few seconds, looking at you like you were the last drop of water in a desert and he was a thirsty man. After hesitating he crept toward you, crawling into your arms like a snake. He sighed again as his head rested on your breast, you lowered your head to kiss his silver hair.

“What could have bothered you today, my Prince?”, you spoke, a smile appearing on your face as you felt Aemond completely relax in your arms.

The one eyed man stayed silent, like he was searching for the proper answer. He wouldn’t bother you with politics and war related stuff, but he knew he could always come to you when he needed some comfort.

“Stupid people”, he claimed, eye closed as you could feel his breath on your silk dress, “A bunch of idiots who I command and can’t even do one thing right.”

“Awful people, my Prince”, you murmured as you could see him smiling. He knew how much you understood him.

His hands were stroking your hips as his head delved deeper into your chest. You could feel his long and cold fingers crawling on your skin, his fingernails scratching your dress. He probably wanted it gone, so he could have his way with you, like you did so many nights ago. For a moment you hesitated, you could push him away, get this dress off and jump on him again to ride his cock for the rest of the night. But tonight, you felt playful, you sensed his anger and eagerness to be at your side, so why not play a little with it. Nothing was more exciting than to witness your Prince begin for your pussy.

“I’m tired, my Prince”, you said, fake yawning, stretching your arms above your head as you let go of the silver haired man.

“Am I not your King?”, he spat. You could feel both anger and arousal in his words. Aemond was no idiot and he immediately understood what game you were playing. “Am I only a simple Prince to you?”

You pouted as Aemond sat on the bed, eye fixed on you. You lowered your head, faking being sad and shy while in your head you only wanted him buried so deep inside you the castle could fall apart.

“My King…”, you whispered, your doe eyes looking at him as Aemond smiled, satisfied with your answer.

“If I truly was your King,” he grumbled, his stare fixed on your body, “I don’t think that dress would still be one you.”

You loved playing dumb, being the good little wife that aroused your King so much. You looked down, seeing your legs half covered by the silk. Your top was still on but you weren’t going to lose it that easily.

“Oh… Right”, you murmured, “Anything for my King… But I fear I have… lost the ability to… undress? I’m so tired!”

Aemond smiled as he shook his head, truly you were a good comedian. He loved being refused so he could have an excuse to do it himself, and he would, faster than you thought.

Swiftly the man grabbed your forearms and pinned you against the mattress. You felt his entire body weight against you as you could barely breathe.

“Is she this stupid?”, he purred in your ear, your legs were spread apart and you could feel Aemond’s hardened crotch against your wet pussy, “Is my wife truly a stupid little thing that can’t even undress for her husband?”

“What if I don’t want to?”, you replied, smiling as you squeezed your legs together around Aemond’s waist. You could feel him harder than ever, it had been ages since you had him here, at your mercy. Or were you at his?

“If you don’t want to…”, he spoke in a husky voice, “I fear I would have no other choice to force myself on you.”

You laughed. This is the one thing you absolutely wanted, your husband being so eager he would just rip your dress apart and fuck you stupid.

“Do it then”, you whispered, knowing well this was the signal Aemond needed.

You heard him laughing before you could feel his mouth on yours. You prolonged the kiss, smashing your head against his as you felt his tongue enter your mouth and battle your tongue for dominance. There was so much haste in that kiss, so much repressed anger and excitement. Your hips searched for his crotch as you desperately rubbed yourself against the hard leather of his clothes. You could feel how hard he was and how much he wanted to penetrate you until you screamed his name deep into the night.

Aemond broke the kiss as he started attacking your neck, his hands rapidly getting rid of your dress, his kisses following the exposed skin as he delved lower and lower on your body. His mouth stopped around your breast as his fingers explored lower. His mouth came to lick your tits and bite at the exposed skin. You moaned, finding yourself now naked against the leather of Aemond’s clothes. You were so wet it was dripping against your skin, you could feel how it pulsed and how hard you wanted, needed him.

You could barely think, your skin was attacked by bites and kisses meanwhile your pussy was left exposed with little to no contact with Aemond’s hard cock. With haste, you felt him unbuttoning his pants and let his dick sprung free as you rubbed against him for release. It was not long until Aemond penetrated you with cheer force and excitement. You couldn’t breathe, both surprised at how big and fast he was, it has been so long you almost forgot.

“A-aemond…!”, you called as his pace was getting faster, his lips biting your exposed tits while his hips were slamming against yours, chasing his release.

Nothing could stop the man now, faster and faster his kisses getting more aggressive, attacking your neck as his whole body was shaking on top of yours. You were so hot, your head so light as you only focused on his dick violating your cunt. At last he seemed to slow down, but his trusts were deeper and deeper, slower but more powerful as he got close. You only need one or two trust to cum and so did he. Only a few seconds had passed as you felt his release deep inside you, screaming his name.

Aemond wasn’t moving anymore, his cock deep inside you, warm and wet. His lips traveled from your neck to your cheeks, kissing the tears that had formed in your eyes. You were so beautiful to him, barely breathing, wet and looking like a mesmerizing mess.