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Your father had always expected you to be a pawn in his little game. You were his eldest daughter, in your mid-twenties, and unmarried. Being unmarried was merely by choice as you did not want to be shackled down by the weights of a man who would do nothing more than use you to pop out heirs to take on his lordship once he passed. While Otto Hightower had been adamant against it at first, as time grew in King’s Landing and tensions arose, he became alright with it. Because then, he could use you to help gain his flesh and blood onto the Iron Throne.

It had helped that he already whored his youngest daughter out to the King. Might as well use you to gain information amongst those in King’s Landing that may know about the true succession to the Throne upon the King’s death.

Little did your father know, however, that your loyalty to the House of Hightower diminished the day he manipulated Alicent to seducing the King. You felt strongly about that as your younger sister had been nothing more than a child, she didn’t deserve to be treated like an object. Since that fateful day, your loyalty has lied with House Targaryen. And you’d do anything to ensure Rhaenyra got her proper place on the Iron Throne whenever King Viserys’ passing is to come as she was and will forever be the rightful heir to the throne.

One day, after learning something of your father’s plans, you had taken it upon yourself to tell someone, anyone that could figure out what to do. And the first person you had bumped into had been the Rogue Prince himself, Daemon Targaryen. Daemon may be many things but he was always loyal to his family and to his house. So you had told him everything you knew in the privacy of his quarters to ensure no one had been listening.

To say he rewarded you would be an understatement. He basked you in pleasures that you hadn’t known could be possible for a woman. Fucking had always been something only men could gain from. And yet, when Daemon was on his knees, eating you out like a starved man deprived of the finest wines of Westeros, he showed you that women were deserving of pleasure as well.

A routine was formed after that fateful day, one that allowed you both to maintain your lives while maintaining each other.

There were no feelings involved, there hardly ever was in such situations anyways. But it was mutually beneficial and that was what you adored about it. You gave information, Daemon showed all of the ways to be pleasured. And so, a routine was formed. You’d spend your days being the perfect daughter to your father, doing anything and everything he said. And then, once a week, you’d go behind your father’s back and tell Daemon absolutely everything, ending your night with moans of his name as he does whatever he wants to your cunt all in the name of pleasure.

Very fair balance in your professional opinion.

This week in particular had been a long week. Your father tried his hardest to keep up his plans, to manipulate the King into doing his bidding. You would spend nights hearing about your father’s plans, awaiting for any tasks he needed you to do. And when he did, you did them as the amazing daughter you were. It got particularly rough when one of the tasks he had sent you on was to infiltrate one of the brothels that Daemon frequented to learn information about the blond prince’s plans. It had ultimately led to you being groped by men you didn’t particularly care for.

And so, when your night with Daemon arrived, you explained everything to him. It had been clear from the moment you walked in that you were quite stressed from the week’s events. And when you explained everything to him, he had a sympathetic pout on his lips.

“You must’ve suffered greatly,” he exclaimed, making his way over to you. You stood near the fireplace, watching the fire as you had explained the mishaps of the week. “Especially on Silk Street.”

You hummed in acknowledgment, turning to look at the blond that was now standing beside you. “It’s been quite an…eventful week, I suppose,” you replied.

“Then perhaps you deserve to be rewarded for your troubles, hm?” Daemon smirked as he placed his hands on your hips. “What does the fine lady wish for tonight?”

You smirked back, biting your bottom lip. You shrugged your shoulders. “Do you have anything in mind, my prince?” You asked, tilting your head at the man.

Daemon let out a low chuckle as he pulled you close to himself. His hands went from your hips to your ass, gently massaging the flesh through your dress. “I may have an idea or two,” he responded, his breath fanning your face.

The fact of the matter was that he always preferred to give you pleasure as that was the agreement after all. But he craved to fuck you, to feel your walls around him, to hear you screaming his name as he pounded into you. And so, that was his plan for tonight.

At first, he went about his normal business with you. Daemon, a man of many talents, loved to use his tongue on you. The feeling of your thighs clenching around his face while his tongue was covered in your juices, selfishly, did not fail to make him practically cum in his pants. He spent many nights jerking himself off after the endeavors with you because he couldn’t help but wish to die between your thighs. You tasted like the gods themselves blessed you so that he could devour you.

You laid on the bed, completely naked with your legs spread, as Daemon ravished you. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, his hands resting on your pelvis, as his tongue did its magic. He licked figure eights around your clit, lapping his tongue around your cunt. He took pleasure in hearing the whiny noises of pleasure you made as they sounded so much better than the whores he’s slept with. You were quiet, reserved, still careful to not ruin your innocent facade. He couldn’t wait to make you scream.

Daemon sucked on your clit, eliciting a loud moan from your lips as you tugged at his hair. “Oh my,” you gasped, throwing your head back in pleasure.

It didn’t take a genius to know you were close. With your chest heaving and whimpers getting louder, Daemon continued his ministrations on your pussy, ready for you to clench your thighs around him. If he wasn’t already married to his bitch of a wife, perhaps he’d be willing to take you as his with how much he adored making you cum. Even if neither of you loved one another, at least the sexual chemistry was more than good, perhaps he’d even be loyal to you with a cunt that fantastic.

And with a few more laps and a suck on your clit, you were moaning as you arched your back, clenching your thighs around Daemon’s head. He couldn’t help the low chuckle that escaped him, sending vibrations onto your cunt. After a few minutes, you relaxed back onto the mattress, eyes glazed with pleasure.

Daemon pulled away as he licked his lips and stood up, looking down at you with a heated gaze. You sat up, ready to get up and leave as you usually did after he made you cum. But Daemon simply shook his head. “We’re not done yet, darling,” he exclaimed, a smirk on his lips. “Tonight, I’m going to show you just how a man can fuck a woman and make it good for her.”

A whimper left your mouth at Daemon’s words. You bit your bottom lip as you looked up at him. He was already undressing himself, removing all garments. As his torso was revealed, you couldn’t help but stare. You couldn’t help but look, seeing the scars that painted his body in such a way that made him even more beautiful than he was. His battle scars, proof that he fought to protect King’s Landing. “Beautiful,” You whispered, unable to stop the word from leaving your mouth.

Daemon’s smug and confident demeanor softened just a fraction. He knew he was handsome, that came with the Targaryen genes. But to be told he was beautiful was something else. He quickly returned to the task at hand, not allowing himself to be seen as affected by something as pathetic as a simple word. He pulled down his breeches, revealing himself to you.

It was a bit surprising he wasn’t wearing underwear, especially as he was a dragonrider. But that thought was nothing more than a fleeting moment as you couldn’t help but look at his length. Daemon may act like he’s compensating for something with that attitude of his but in actuality, what is there to compensate for when he has a cock that big?

He stroked himself a few times, letting out a hiss of pleasure, while looking at you in the process. “Turn over,” he commanded. You obeyed without hesitation, turning onto your stomach. You held yourself up by your hands and knees, earning a hum of appreciation from Daemon. “Good girl,” he murmured before standing at the edge of the bed. He grabbed your ankles and pulled you closer to him.

His words sent a shiver down your spine, eliciting a small noise from your lips. You waited in anticipation for Daemon to line his cock up to your cunt. But instead, you felt his hand come down to your ass, slapping the skin. You hissed in pain, unable to help the moan from leaving your lips. You didn’t realize it would be pleasurable, being hit by a man on your behind. But it was and you couldn’t deny the way your pussy clenched around nothing.

“Liked that, didn’t you?” Daemon asked, massaging the flesh of your ass. “Naughty girl,” he said as he spanked you again. You once again clenched around nothing, a needy moan leaving your lips.

And without any further hesitation, Daemon gripped his cock and guided it to your cunt. The both of you made small noises of pleasure as his tip grazed your clit. “You’re so wet,” he breathed out, dragging his cock up and down your slit. He did it a few times, spreading your wetness along his length.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity but was really just a few seconds, the tip of Daemon’s cock teased your entrance before slowly easing himself inside of you. You gasped at the intrusion, allowing your eyes to flutter shut as you tried to adjust. Daemon let out a groan of satisfaction, grateful to finally be inside of your tight cunt. He allowed you time to adjust as he stayed still, not wanting to hurt you as this was about your pleasure after all.

It took a bit of getting used to. You’ve slept with others before. You thought of yourself as a rebel of sorts, not caring much for virtue or virginity. But the men you’ve slept with, which was really only two prior to Daemon, had not been as big as he was. After a few minutes, you relaxed, letting out a sigh of contentment. “You can move,” you said, your voice soft but shaky.

“With pleasure,” Daemon replied. He pulled his hips back and then thrusted them forward again, causing you to gasp as his cock moved inside of you. His movements were slow as he got you used to the feeling. “You’re no virgin,” he murmured as he gripped your hips. “My dirty girl,” he chuckled. The realization that you weren’t a virgin spurred Daemon on more as he began moving harder.

You gasped and let out a choked moan. The feeling of Daemon’s cock pounding into you felt so good. Each slight brush to your cervix, the way your walls wrapped around him so perfectly, it was as though the two of you were made to have sex with one another. “Oh,” You whimpered out, eyes closing as you basked in the pleasures.

“God, you feel so good,” Daemon grunted, moving his hips faster as he kept his harsh thrusts. “So tight, so wet.”

“Daemon,” You moaned as he put a hand on your lower back, pushing you down. You moved your arms out from under you, allowing your upper body to rest on the mattress. The slight change in position made Darmon hit that spot inside of you dead on, causing your moans to get louder.

Daemon was making his own noises of grunts and low chuckles as he fucked you. He kept one hand on your lower back while the other moved to your hair. He entwined his fingers with the strands as he pounded into you even harder, pulling your hair.

The sting from your hair being pulled added to the pleasure you felt. You let out a choked moan of “Oh fuck,” feeling that familiar heat building inside of you.

“You’re taking me so well,” Daemon exclaimed. He could feel himself getting close. His other hand moved around you, his fingers going straight to your clit. He began rubbing circles, causing you to moan even louder. “You make such beautiful noises, sweetheart,” he said, keeping up his rough pace. “You’re so close, I can feel how tight you’re clenching around me. Go ahead and cum for me, yeah?”

The feeling of Daemon’s harsh thrusts mixed with the pain and his fingers on your clit was more than enough to send you over the edge. And with a loud mewl of his name, you started cumming, thighs quivering as you buried your face in the mattress below you.

“Fuck,” Daemon moaned as he closed his eyes in pleasure, basking in the feeling of you cumming around his cock. It took only a few more thrusts before he was pulling out and cumming on your ass, groaning your name as he did so. When you both came down from your highs, you collapsed onto the mattress, still on your stomach. Daemon laid down next to you, breathing heavily.

There wasn’t any cuddling or sweet nothing whispered to one another. However, after a few minutes, Daemon had gotten up and grabbed a cloth, wiping his seed off of you. And while he did so, he pressed kisses along your back. It wasn’t much but it was something. And honestly, something that you hadn’t expected from the Rogue Prince.