#modern!daemon

Aegon Targaryen.

Aegon had never been more terrified in his entire life. Not during his wildest nights, not during the worst hangovers—nothing compared to this.

He stood beside your hospital bed, gripping your hand as if his life depended on it. Which, considering how hard you were squeezing, it just might.

“This is your fault!” you screamed, eyes blazing as another contraction hit, making you arch off the bed.

Aegon froze, panic flashing across his face. “I—what? Baby, come on, we were both there!”

You turned your head sharply, glaring at him with the fury of a thousand storms. “Oh, so now you wanna be logical?! You weren’t logical when you knocked me up with TWO!”

Aegon’s mouth opened, then closed. He had no defense. He looked toward the doctor as if they could save him. They did not.

“You’re never touching me again!” you hissed through gritted teeth, panting as another wave of pain crashed over you.

Aegon’s face drained of color. “Wait, what? No, hold on—”

Your nails dug into his hand, making him yelp.

“I hate you!” you groaned, head pressing back into the pillows.

Aegon swallowed thickly, eyes darting between you and the doctor, his voice high-pitched and weak. “She doesn’t mean that, right? She’s just in pain? Right?”

The doctor, far too amused, simply patted his shoulder. “Oh, she absolutely means it. But don’t worry, it usually fades… after a few months.”

“MONTHS?!” Aegon nearly passed out on the spot.

Then, as if fate wanted to punish him further, you screamed out in agony, your grip tightening so hard Aegon was sure his hand was done for.

“FUCK—okay, okay, breathe, baby, you’re doing so good, I love you, I swear—OH GOD, MY HAND—”

The nurse snorted. The doctor kept working. You kept destroying him.

And Aegon? Aegon realized two things that day. Childbirth was way worse than anything he’d ever imagined and he was never winning an argument with you again. Ever.

Aemond Targaryen.

Aemond prided himself on being composed. He could handle pressure, pain, even war—but nothing had prepared him for this.

He stood beside your hospital bed, holding your hand, his normally sharp and calculating mind completely blank as you screamed through another contraction.

“You—fucking—bastard!” you gritted out, squeezing his hand so tightly he felt his bones might shatter.

Aemond’s eye widened in alarm. “Love—”

“THIS IS YOUR FAULT!” you roared, turning your fiery gaze on him, and for the first time in his life, Aemond Targaryen felt true fear.

“I—I know,” he stammered, nodding quickly, “You’re absolutely right, my love, all my fault—”

“You and your fucking genes! ‘Let’s have a baby,’ you said. ‘It’ll be beautiful,’ you said. YOU DID THIS TO ME!”

Aemond swallowed, hard. His free hand hovered over your shoulder, unsure if comforting you would get him murdered on the spot.

The doctor and nurses exchanged amused looks.

“You’ll never touch me again, Aemond,” you gasped, voice trembling from the pain. “I swear on every god, you are NEVER getting me pregnant again!”

Aemond visibly paled. “W-Wait, now let’s not be hasty, my love—”

Your nails dug deeper into his palm, making him wince. “SHUT UP!"

He shut up. Immediately.

“You’re doing amazing, sweetheart,” the nurse encouraged, not even hiding her grin at Aemond’s utter suffering.

The doctor chuckled. “First time dad?”

Aemond barely spared them a glance, too focused on surviving. “Obviously.”

Then another contraction hit, and you practically crushed his hand. Aemond’s head snapped back, lips parting in a silent scream.

He loved you. More than life itself.

But at that moment, as you glared daggers at him between panting breaths, he knew one undeniable truth— He would never, ever win another fight again.

Jacaerys Velaryon.

Jace had always considered himself a strong man. He could handle stress, pressure, even physical pain.

But this? This was a nightmare.

He stood beside your hospital bed, his palm completely crushed in your iron grip as another contraction wracked your body. His face was pale, his eyes wide with horror as he watched you, sweat-drenched and furious, turn your rage on him.

“Jacaerys Velaryon, I SWEAR TO THE GODS, IF YOU EVER TOUCH ME AGAIN—”

“Baby, please—” Jace stammered, his voice cracking, “You’re doing amazing, just breathe—”

“BREATHE?! BREATHE?!” you shrieked, eyes blazing. “YOU DID THIS TO ME, YOU STUPID, IRRESPONSIBLE, OVERLY FERTILE FUCKING MAN—”

Jace’s jaw dropped. “O-overly fertile—?”

The nurses choked back laughter. The doctor shook his head, muttering, “Oh, this one’s getting roasted.”

“You said ONE baby, Jace! ONE!” you continued, throwing your head back in frustration. “Now there are THREE! THREE BABIES!”

Jace gulped, completely drenched in sweat. “I—I didn’t know, love! I swear, I had no idea my swimmers were that—”

Your death glare cut him off.

“Shut. Up.”

Jace shut up immediately.

Your nails dug deep into his skin as another contraction hit, and Jace let out an undignified yelp. He could feel his soul leaving his body.

“You’re never touching me again,” you panted. “NEVER.”

Jace felt his entire world shatter. “Wait, baby, no—”

“NEVER!”

His lips wobbled. “But… but I love you—”

A bloodcurdling scream ripped from your throat as the doctor announced it was time to push.

Jace immediately started praying.

Not for you—you were strong. You would be fine.

For himself.

Because the moment these babies were born, he was absolutely getting murdered.

Daemon Targaryen.

Daemon prided himself on being fearless. He had faced wars, bloodshed, and near-death experiences without flinching.

But this? This was something else entirely.

He stood beside your hospital bed, looking like a man staring down his own execution. You were in agony, furious, and most of all—determined to make sure he suffered too.

“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” you roared, crushing his hand in a grip so strong he swore you had broken a few bones.

“I—what?!” Daemon sputtered, eyes wide.

“You and your fucking Targaryen genes! I wanted ONE baby, Daemon! ONE! But NO, of course not! You just had to give me TWINS!”

Daemon opened his mouth, then immediately shut it when you turned a murderous glare on him.

“You’re never touching me again, EVER!”

Daemon’s soul left his body. “Wait, now—let’s not be rash, love—”

“RASH?! RASH?!” Another contraction hit, and Daemon watched in absolute horror as you practically bent the hospital bed railing with your grip. “YOU DID THIS TO ME! YOU AND YOUR STUPID, ARROGANT, OVERLY-FERTILE—”

“Okay, okay, let’s not insult my fertility—”

“SHUT. UP.”

Daemon shut up immediately.

The nurses were barely containing their laughter. The doctor looked like he had seen this scenario a hundred times before.

“Alright, it’s time to push—”

Daemon’s eyes went wide as he saw the reality hit.

“Wait, wait, wait—are we sure I should be here? Should I step out?”

Your head snapped toward him so fast he thought you might break your neck.

“DAEMON IF YOU MOVE, I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!”

Daemon froze. ”…Yes, dear.”

He held onto your hand, sweating bullets, as you screamed through another contraction.

“I hate you!” you panted. “I HATE YOU!”

Daemon almost passed out. “I—I love you too, darling—”

The doctor gave him a look. “Yeah, you’re not getting laid for a year, my guy.”

Daemon stared at him, horrified. “A YEAR?!”

You let out another bloodcurdling scream.

Daemon immediately started planning his will.

Because if the twins didn’t kill him, you absolutely would.

The bass in the venue thumps in my ribcage. I hop around with the sea of people to the beat of some obscure EDM song. I throw my head back and cheer. I sway my hips after downing the contents of my cup.

I nearly gag as I burp. I wipe my lips as I still for a moment to get my bearings.

Fuck. If he knew, Aemond would be so-

I growl when I catch myself in the middle of that thought. I mess my already messed hair up and crush my plastic cup.

No, no. Fuck Aemond.

I shirk when the bodies around me begin to get too close for comfort. Time to get out of here.

I weave through the crowd, glad the sequins of my fitted red dress wasn't getting snagged into anyone's clothing. As I squeeze through a group of girls, I catch a face from the corner of my eye. His burning blonde hair looked pink under the lights; still, he was unmistakable, and it seemed so was I, judging by how he raises his glass to me after we lock eyes.

I look away. How dare he act so familiar?

I turn back to him. He beckons me over with a head tilt.

I scoff. Fuck you. How dare you tell me what to do after all the shit you put me though?

I take a split second to debate whether or not I want to deal with him tonight. It's probably going to be horrible if I do, and yet, my feet are taking me straight into the eye of the storm.

That was, until the bouncer in the VIP section blocks me.

I look up at him and blink, "hi."

"No sneaking in, love," he mutters.

"Let her through, Sandor," a voice calls, making the said man look over his shoulder and turn back to me. He steps away and unhinges the stanchion, motioning with his head.

I walk through, smile, and nod, "thank you, Sandor."

Sandor ignores me and goes back to his post.

"Hello, baby girl," the blonde says from the bar he's leaned on.

I sit down on the stool next to him and grimace, "hello, bastard."

He shifts on his elbow, "I'll have you know Rhaenyra's children have been legitimized following her marriage to Strong."

I pretend to hum in intrigue as I place my crushed cup next to his martini glass.

"But of course, you wouldn't know that because you were too sick to attend the wedding," he tilts his head, "or so Aemond says."

I shrug, "Aemond and I broke up."

"A mutual break up?" he quirks his brows, "I doubt that. What'd he do?"

I narrow my eyes at him, "what do you mean?"

"Oh come on," he waves a hand, "you wouldn't let me touch that kid with a 6 foot pole. What? Did he fuck your sister? Think it was you?"

I cringe, "that's something more on brand for you, Daemon."

"I'll have you know, I have perfect eyesight," he takes his glass, "my nephew however..."

I glare at him.

Daemon sniggers before he sips his drink, "see. Even now you're on his side."

I lick my lips in annoyance, "I'm not on his side."

"Worry not, darling," he turns and motions to the bartender, "the wraith is awfully attached to you." The bartender walks over. "You'll at least see him grovel and beg for you-- a cosmo," he turns to me, "right?"

I clench my jaw then shrug.

Daemon turns back to the bartender and nods. The bartender mutters 'you got it' before walking off.

"He broke up with me."

Daemon takes his glass but sets it down before he even takes a sip.

I look at him and feel irritation rise up my throat. I cough it out with a- "is that really so hard to imagine?"

He tilts his head, "I'm confused. You want me to think this makes sense?"

"I want you to remember how you laughed when Aemond's dad called me a bootlicking bimbo-"

Daemon chortles immediately.

"- and how you always remarked on the dresses I wore whenever I was around. Aemond's grandpa ended up giving me shit for it!"

"Woah," Daemon wheezes, "okay. Otto is a true cunt, to you especially, but can you blame me? You truly are distracting in those dresses, darling." He motions to my body.

I jump off my seat and shove his shoulder, "fuck you, Daemon. He called me a harlot when he thought I wasn't looking."

The next second, I'm walking away fuming, but the sniggering moron stands and grabs my arm, "look. It's funny because it's stupid."

I whip my head back and yank my arm away, "fuck you!"

"Why are you so bothered by what Viserys and that old fuck think anyway?" he gives a lopsided smile that didn't reach his eyes, "it's not-"

"Why would I care about what my boyfriend's father and grandfather think of me?!"

"Ex," Daemon shakes his head and rolls his eyes, "and you and I both know it's not true."

"It's true to them," I point to nowhere as I feel my eyes water at the memory.

"It's really not," he mutters, digging his hand in the inner pocket of his coat, " 's just some shit they said cos they're pissed."

I turn away from him and tilt my head back, fanning my face as I refused to shed a tear, especially in front of him.

Daemon watches and places a cigarette between his lips, "I know big brother didn't like the fact he couldn't find a reason to hate you."

I clench my jaw as I glare at Daemon.

He pulls out a lighter and opens it. The stick in the corner of his mouth wiggles as he speaks, "he had plans to match Aemond with a Baratheon girl."

A line forms between my brows.

He lights his stick and takes a deep swig of nicotine. Smoke comes out of his nose and mouth, making my face contort further. Daemon then swipes his thumb on the crinkle on my forehead, "trust me, Baratheons are boorish."

I feel my lips quiver.

Aemond told me not to worry about her.

I feel like my insides were being ripped out.

Don't you do it. Don't you dare fucking cry over-

"Baby girl-"

"Don't you fucking call me that, asshole," I hiss as saltwater begins to pour from my eyes.

Daemon feels immensely uncomfortable, "want a puff?"

I begin to feel my eyes burn because of my makeup.

I have to get out of here.

He sighs and rubs the tears off my skin before turning to the bar where the Cosmo was just placed. "If you're gonna cry over Targaryen," he mutters as he pulls out his wallet and settles his bill. He turns back to me, handing me he drink.

I do not get it from him and he sighs again as he places it down. I cringe at the smell of his smoke. He continues, "wouldn't it be better if it was because of my dick?"

My face contorts.

He draws in another deep breath and pulls the stick out of his mouth using two fingers.

"Fuck you, Daemon," I growl before turning away.

"My place then?" he follows after.

Daemon follows me outside.

I am booking a ride home on my phone

"Oh, don't be boring," he snatches the object and places it over his head.

"Daemon!"

"Don't worry," he looks up and cancels my order, "I already called one."

"Give it back!"

"Oh, come on, you want to wallow in your self-pity or have it fucked out of you?" he offers, "besides, the car will be here in five."

My eye twitches, "how is that even possible?!"

"Shortcuts, babes," he mutters as he bites his cigarette and adjusts it in his lips. He tilts his head, "you make a shortcut for a ride, put it on your homescreen, give it a push-- gods, maybe you are a bimbo."

I grunt and snatch his cigarette and put it out on his chest. He yelps and pulls back as it surely burned through his shirt.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I fake-pout, "I thought you were done with that."

Daemon glares at me as he brushes his shirt off, "oh, you want to mark me, do you, little girl?"

"I don't want-" the words retreat into my mouth when he marches over and I find myself pushed against the streetlight. His arms are on my sides, hands gripping the pole behind me.

"Don't want what?" Daemon leans in, close enough that I can smell the cigarette smoke and the cologne on him. It was an overpowering smell.

I feel my body warm as he laughs at my silence.

"You know, I always knew you'd burn Aemond's fingers. I just didn't know he'd pussy out and let go if you got too hot."

Daemon looks past me and leans back, taking my hand as a car pulls up, "I happen to bask in dragon fire."

"How original."

I let him drag me back to his place. I let him get under my skin, into me. The night was filled with spiteful remarks, mocking laughs, and rough kisses, but it was also surprisingly filled with whispered praises, reassuring touches, and unbroken promises of pleasure.

It was no competition though, and in the first place, I should not have been comparing one or the other. It was an unfortunate reflex as of late. And it was easy for my mind to think him when his uncle's hair fell on his face almost the same way his did.

Gods they even said the same shit, it was fucking with my head.

I ended up saying Aemond instead of Daemon at one point, and spent what felt like hours being punished for the mistake.

It was clear, twice that after it was rectified by Daemon, he wasn't Aemond. He was nothing like him. Daemon was a good fuck but we didn't do it in his bedroom. He didn't want to hold me after, nor did he make an effort to clean me (or himself) up. He called me good girl but didn't say I love you, for obvious reasons. He made my flesh sting but made no efforts to soothe. And when he marked my skin and called me his, I didn't feel like I belonged, I felt like I was owned.

He did leave me tired in his guestroom before getting up to sleep in his own bed. But I was not tired enough to resist the itch of getting on the internet the moment I woke up. I felt like I was on autopilot as my fingers moved.

I had to hold back a sound when I saw Floris Baratheon's post of her in the Targaryen estate's garden. I shudder at the caption. Luncheon date my ass.

Oh gods.

I could feel tears building up as I opened a browser and looked up Targaryen and Baratheon.

Relationship?

My heart was pounding. I sit up and push the sheets off me while I scroll through article after article.

"Oh, good," the door creaks, "you're up. Are you the one that's allergic to nuts or was that someone else entirely?"

I look up at Daemon as he peeks through the door of his guest room. His hair is damp, signifying a fresh shower. He walks in when I full on break into a sob. He curses then blurts, "does something hurt? Do you need something?"

"Aemond is with Floris?"

He stops in his tracks, "what?"

I drop my phone and retreat under the covers, "he told me he never even spoke to her, and now they're together?"

Daemon purses his lips then sucks in a breath, propping his hands right above the band of his red boxers, "right," he rubs his bare belly, "you want breakfast or not? Should I use almond milk? It's the only thing I got."

"FUCK YOU!" I growl and chuck a pillow at him.

The pillow misses Daemon by a mile and he stares at it as it flies off to the side. He turns back to me then wipes his nose, "fine. I'm putting the almond milk," he walks off, raising a finger, "also, I have work in an hour. If you stay, know your dress is on the couch. My cleaning lady might do something with it though."

Daemon's bare feet tingle against the cold tiles of the penthouse. He sniffles and turns on the fireplace with a remote before heading back to the kitchen.

One of the few things he could actually cook was oatmeal, and he was pretty good at it, if he did say so himself.

He furrows his brows when he hears the telltale button sounds of the front door. He turns to the digital clock on the wall and wonders if the cleaning lady was coming in early today.

Daemon is pulling out some fruit from the fridge when he hears a rather unwelcomed voice call out to him, "good morning, Uncle." Or should he say welcomed?

He looks at the him, unable to hold back his smirk, and sets down the things on the counter, "fancy a bowl of oats, Aemond?"

"Father instructed me to get the Harrenhal files from you."

Daemon chews on a raspberry as he mixes the pot of oats, "that's the longest no I've ever heard."

Aemond watches Daemon grab two bowls. He shakes his head, "I've already eaten."

" 'S not for you, darlin'," he retorts as he turns the stove off and pour the content.

In that moment, Aemond looks around and spots a glimmering dress on the couch. He involuntarily thinks it looks familiar but thinks little of it as he turns back to Daemon, "I didn't realize you had company."

Daemon snorts, "she's a feisty one. You'd know about that, right?"

Aemond does not react as his uncle grins.

He points to his chest, "burnt me with my own cigarette," he smirks, but it doesn't last. "Also, tell your old man if he asks the cleaning lady for my passcode again, I'm breaking his teeth."

"I'm just here for the Harrenhal files."

Daemon eyes Aemond before pouring the food into the bowl, "why? I'm coming to the meeting with it in an hour."

The latter tilts his head, "father mentioned you got into an argument and thought you might not show."

"So," the former puts the pot down with much more force than necessary, "he had his son break into my house?"

"I was going to wake you if you were asleep."

"And if I wasn't here?" Daemon leans on the counter.

Aemond shrugs, "I'd look for it myself."

Daemon is about to burst into a fit of High Valyrian curses up until his name is called out. Him and Aemond turn to the side.

"I showered in your bathroom and now I'm stealing your shit!" I call out as I rub my hair with a towel I found in his guestroom.

I look at my puffy eyes and purple neck marks in the mirror in his bedroom and hear Daemon call out, "what shit?!"

I go through his closet and grab a the first shirt I spot, "your watch!"

I vaguely hear him chuckle, "I don't have watches in my bedroom-

"Pity," I mutter under my breath.

"- but feel free to get whatever clothing you want!"

A generous statement, Aemond thinks. He used to watch his uncle bring back different women all the time when he still lived at the estate with them. He never once was like this though. He watches Daemon as he chuckles. He finds it immensely bizarre that his uncle seems so giddy. He's beckoned by him again, "sure you don't want a bowl, wraith?"

Aemond grumbles at the nickname, he always hated it, and merely clenches his jaw.

He shrugs, "suit yourself."

"Will you give me the files or not, Daemon?"

Daemon looks at him before grabbing two spoons from the drawer, "fine. Want them so bad? I'll give them to you."

"Thank you," he mutters in relief.

"Why don't you take a seat, scarecrow," Daemon adds, "you're going to spook the girl."

Aemond rolls his eyes as he moves over to the living space. He sits on the one sofa chair and eyes the red dress across him for a moment. He then looks out the window before pulling out his phone.

Daemon watches his nephew walk off. He holds back a laugh as he turns back to the oatmeal. He practically combusts with excitement when he hears shuffling from the left.

He looks up at me as I walk over to him.

"Morning, baby girl," Daemon coos and crosses his arms, "my stolen shirt suits you."

Aemond clears his throat involuntarily upon hearing this. He couldn't have whispered? He fishes for his earpods in his pocket and curses himself for not bringing it.

My eyes take in how Daemon's chest bulged. He takes in my puffy eyes as I retort, "want it back? You look cold."

Aemond finds himself eyeing the dress again after hearing that. Why does her voice sound like that?

Daemon lips quirk. He grabs the shirt I was wearing and pulls me toward him. I collide with his chest and his hand slips under the fabric, "naughty girl. You'd offer such a thing when you're not even wearing underwear?"

This is definitely not something Aemond signed up for.

I raise a brow at Daemon, "when did you become such a prude?"

He chuckles and places a hand on my shoulder. His thumb rubs the marks he left on my neck, "you want me to fuck you the counter?"

Right. Aemond stands from the couch and turns to Daemon, "just tell me where the file is and I'll get it myself."

I jolt and grab at Daemon upon hearing that.

Daemon breaks into a laugh.

I whisper-yell, "there's someone here?!"

Daemon pushes my hair back as he hears the sound of footsteps approaching. He looks over his shoulder, "actually, now that I think about it, I think the Harrenhal files are in the file cabinet in my office."

Aemond's fury blazes then dissipates in an instant. He is frozen in his spot when he locks eyes with me.

My body has a rather instant reaction to him. My mouth watered as though I was about to vomit. My hold on Daemon is released.

Aemond's mind was racing as he eyes my appearance. His throat constricts, eye almost flinching as he notices my pert nipples and the dark hues across my neck.

Daemon is the only one not petrified. He rubs my side before pulling away to get his bowl of oats. He eats a spoonful before muttering to Aemond, "it's in the bottom drawer, methinks."

Aemond completely ignores this, eyes fixed on me, "what the fuck are you doing here?"

Daemon raises a brow, "don't think that's any of your business."

"What the fuck are you doing here?" I rebut.

Aemond scoffs, "what am I doing in my uncle's home?"

I scoff too, "it's not like you two were ever close, Aemond."

Daemon looks between us as he eats, "this is really good."

"So what?!" Aemond barks, "you're fucking him to get back at me?! A rather pitiful play on revenge, don't you think?"

The ferocity of his tone stabs through my chest. He was never one to raise his voice, and hearing his voice was already painful as it is. I am glad I have the wits to snark back, "why would I need to get back at you? You've been nothing to me for the past two months. I'm doing this because I want to."

Daemon licks his lips as he unabashedly chuckles.

Aemond clenches his fists.

I begin to heave heavily.

The longest of moments pass.

Daemon catches the way I begin to falter. He pushes the other bowl of oatmeal towards me, "eat before it gets cold."

I turn to Daemon after grabbing the bowl. I immediately stuff my mouth. I meant to give a really exaggerated reaction, but I find myself momentarily distracted by how genuinely good the oatmeal tasted. I mumble, "... this is really good."

Daemon smiles, "it is, isn't it?"

I tense when Aemond calls out my name.

Daemon's smile disappears as he turns to his nephew.

"Let's talk about it outside," Aemond mutters.

Daemon scoffs, "if she wanted to talk to you outside, she'd have said so by now, don't you think?"

"This has nothing to do with you, Daemon," Aemond rebuts.

I flinch when Daemon drops his bowl carelessly on the counter and straightens up, "this has everything to do with me. She went home with me; she's in my house, wearing my shirt, being demanded things by my stupid nephew, who, by the way, is now leaving."

"She's my ex-girlfriend," Aemond's neck strains. He steps forward.

"Yes, she was your girlfriend and now she wants nothing to do with you-- get out!"

The decay of Daemon's loud voice merely intensifies the tension in the room. I cannot express the relief I felt at the sound of withdrawing footsteps. I let out a sigh when I hear the door bang shut and bury my face in my hands.

Daemon shifts in his place and looks down at me, "pretty satisfying, no?"

1 YEAR AGO It seemed being married to your mother would not stop Daemon’s infatuation with you. In fact, the taboo nature of it all increased the desire. He lent against the marble wall; eyes trained on you. Those bright orbs of his looked down the pretty, pink dress clinging to your body which left nothing to the imagination and oh, did he have that. Even when Rhaenyra was on top of him, bouncing eagerly but all his mind could do was imagine you in her place. The sounds you would make. Fuck, he was getting hard just thinking about it. It did not help that you looked up at him in that moment; eyes under those lashes as your pretty, pouting lips were covered in gloss that he desired to lick off. Oh, tonight would be the moment he takes you. Daemon could not hold off much longer. “Dae…” The precious nickname you had for him fell from your lips with ease. “Did you get me a gift?” You teased; giggles escaping as you moved from your knees to gracefully stand. His taller stature continues to crowd you. “Hmm, since when did you get so greedy?” Daemon practically purred as you stepped even closer. His smirk only widened at the sight of your pouting; his cock twitched in agreement as your tongue brushed over your bottom lip. “I will give it to you later.” He darkly promised as you hung onto his every word. He watched as you sighed in disappointment. A part of him was punishing you for being such a tease and his patience was soon wearing thin. Daemon continued to watch throughout the evening, as the birthday cake was served. “Hmm, I hope to have some time alone with you soon.” Rhaenyra purred in his ear as she cuddled into his side. Daemon only hummed; his eyes watching the frosting covering your fingers and you sucked the cream off. His wife’s hand settled on his muscular chest and he finally gave her some attention, if only to relieve himself. Rhaenyra melts into his embrace as their lips finally meet; their tongues dancing.

A soft blush came over your cheeks as you lifted your head; the sight of your mother and Daemon locking lips had you gulping. Gentle shaking your head of those thoughts, you picked up little Joffrey and placed him on your hip. Unknown to you, as Daemon continued his passionate kiss, well, passionate for Rhaenyra he watched you leave and the sight of a babe on your hip had him moaning against his wife’s lips. His hold on Rhaenyra only tightened as he struggled to keep his composure. Daemon soon did not have to wait long as Rhaenyra was called away to the office and he pounced at the chance. 

The tie that had hung around his neck for your birthday celebrations was now stuffed inside your mouth. Those big doe eyes of yours locked on his as the shock still kept a hold of you. “Do you like your gift?” Daemon purred with amusement dripping in his tone. His hips rocked with a sharp thrust as if to push the answer from her. A whine of pleasure was soon muffled by his tie as your sweet body arched. “I’ll take that as a yes then.” Not that it mattered; he was going to have you completely whether you wanted it or not; Daemon had made that very much clear. The thought alone had your soaked, creamy pussy clamping down on his throbbing cock.

His larger hand slowly moved towards the headboard and began to use it as leverage. All the while you could only moan; eyes rolling as the intense pleasure became too much. Your pretty, baby pink painted hands reached for his stomach as if you had the strength to push him away. Daemon only grunted as he witnessed the sight of your stomach bulging with his fat cock. His passion took over with a vengeance as he pushed your legs up; nearly over your head and the new position had Daemon pushing deeper. The new sensation had you drooling and it was enough for his cum to flood you with ease. 

PRESENT DAY

“Please…I would not be angry, sweet girl. You can tell me.” Rhaenyra whispered as she gently took your hand. The situation had occurred on many occasions now; it was nothing new to be asked by your mother who the father of the babe to be was. “Mother, I've told you..I don’t want to speak about it.” You whispered; your free hand settled on the large, swollen stomach. Rhaenyra could only sigh as she gracefully moved to stand. “Daemon will look after you. I will be back from the office soon.” You sweetly nodded your head as she lent in and pressed a soft kiss to your forehead.

and daemon targaryen doesn't know how to be enamored with someone.

it feels weird to have someone in his bed without having any intimacy related to sex.

he buries his face closer to your neck, kisses the soft skin and your scent surrounds him even more. he is calm and happy.

daemon targaryen doesn't know how to be calm and happy.

he closes his eyes, tries to enjoy this moment. one of the happiest moments he has ever lived maybe. it feels nice to have someone in his personal space.

no one else has tried to be in his personal space before.

it's weird, he thinks. still, there is a part of him that craves affection. he wants to be held in a safe place, he wants to melt there, and he wants to breathe in that safety.

you are both naked in his enormous bed. staying close to the center of the bed, white sheets cover your warm bodies. it's still early in the morning and it's such a lovely thought that you don't have to leave the bed for a few hours.

you bring daemon closer like it's possible. he loves it. he got used to cuddling and physical touch besides sex with you, now he is the one craving them.

you are both awake but not speaking yet. he is still sleepy with puffy eyes and a slightly pouting mouth, he looks grounded and rested.

his hands starts moving on your body. he brings his hand to your waist and slowly raises it to your soft breast. his fingers are kind unlike the other night, strokes your nipple until it gets hard under his touch. you lift yourself to his touch slightly.

"you like it when i do that?"

you close your eyes, encouraging him. "i love it."

he smiles, continues touching your nipples. you are under him and sleep leaves his body as he keeps touching you. he kisses them gently, not hurting you one bit, always cool and kind for you. he takes his time as he uses his tongue the way you like.

"daemon, more please."

you earn a playful smirk. "eager, sweetheart?"

"hmm, it's your fault."

"must be the greatest mistake i've ever made."

he knows how wet you are. he has learned your body, your reactions to his actions.

you touch his half hard cock and he moans deeply when your fingertips graze the tip of him.

"wrap your fingers around me, my love."

you do as he says. he makes the prettiest noises for you as you move your hand and you keep moving it to hear more from him.

"tighter, hmm, just like that."

he forces himself to stay on his knees in bed, holds your hips and brings you closer to his cock.

"are you ready for me? hmm, yes you are, look at you. beautiful."

he touches your wetness and smiles uncontrollably. your clit looks swollen and he wants to make you come just by touching it. he is so hard now, it almost hurts.

"i can't wait anymore, come on."

"be patient babygirl, i need to take my time with you."

he presses himself to your entrance and slowly pushes himself into you. the strech is perfect, you close your eyes and exhale.

"yes, there is my sweet girl."

he holds your thighs, helping himself with his balance. he moves patiently between your thighs, takes his time, perfectly concentrated. he tries to be careful, to focus on your pleasure but he is still a little bit sleepy.

the tip of his cock hits your g-spot and you both whimper at the feeling. he smiles proudly, keeps moving with the same pace. you hold onto his shoulders, press kisses to his neck and the spot right under his ear you know he loves too much. you suck lightly, your tongue leaves a wet spot on his creamy skin.

he lifts you enough to place you on his lap. the angle is deeper now, you try to move your body in a certain rhytm.

"slowly, baby. let me help, i don't want you to get sore."

he holds your hips and guides you. the movements are powerful but not painful on your muscles, he makes sure of that. you become a moaning mess on top of him, desperately kissing his neck. you hold his face in your palms and kiss his swollen lips.

"i love you, i love you baby."

you know how much he tries to be better. how hard it is to say those words to you. you don't hesitate when you repeat his sentence. "i love you, daemon."

he moves faster now, deep inside you. you feel the wetness dripping on your thighs. he is close and he rubs your clit to get you there with him.

"come on, sweetheart. you want to come, don't you?"

you nod, eyes closed and your lip is between your teeth. he lays you on bed, his arms on either side of your face. "let me make you come. tell me when you're close."

the demand is clear and all you can do is to kiss him as you nod. he moves and moves and moves. perfect angle streches your muscles around his cock and he sucks your nipple. he loves doing it, how your soft nipple gets hard in the wetness of his mouth. he sucks the other one when you pull his hair softly.

"i'm close."

he smiles and rubs your clit again. he moves slower and deeper. it only takes five more thrusts for you to arch your back to him, clenching so hard around him, he has no option but come inside you.

your sounds fill his room and you feel warm liquid inside you. he is still inside and you have your peak. deep breaths, achy muscles, relieved tension, and the desperate need of water. the things you feel when he fucks you.

he stays inside for a little bit, puts his head on your chest. you kiss his hair affectionally. "you are perfect."

he loves knowing how he made you feel. he needs this in a way. he needs to feel approved and loved. he is melting in your arms, lifting his face to look at you. "mm-hmm, pretty girl."

you reach his nightstand to take the glass full with water. he always keeps the glasses full, knows how you want to drink something after you had sex. he moves to the side and you drink your water.

you feel dizzy and tired. he always tries to make sure you are not sore or hurt but you love the feeling. it makes you feel more of him even when he's not inside you.

"would you like to sleep a little more?"

he looks at you and smiles. "i thought you'd want to get up."

you exhale. "yes but you see, this man i love, he is so good in bed, i never want to leave. also i'm tired and sleepy."

A wide smirk adorns your lips as you prance past him completely bare, batting your eyelashes at him in an innocent manner. 

He growls, and quickly hooks his hands under your armpits to sit you on the desk. The cold wood hitting your bare ass has you shivering, but him getting ready to line himself up with your pussy is enough to distract you from it. 

You tsk, placing your hand on his chest to push him back. “Open your shirt, daddy,” purring the words, you lean back enough to prop yourself up on your elbows. 

You plant your feet on the surface of the desk, and spread your legs further apart to give him the perfect view of your swollen and soaked cunt. There’s no way Daemon is meeting your eyes, or even flinches to look at your face at all, merely keeping his gaze fixed on what lies between your legs. “Or do you want me to do it for you?” 

There is a growl rumbling in his chest as he hears you using his own words against himself, but he still complies. His hands fist the black fabric, and he all but tears it apart, the several buttons flying straight across the room. 

His motion has your eyes widen in shock, clearly surprised to see him act so reckless just to get to bury himself inside of you again. He’ll probably have to leave the office with his shirt undone; that is, if he doesn’t order his assistant to bring him a new one. 

The sight of his bare chest, coarse, silver hairs spreading all over his pale skin, has your mouth watering, and you reach out to graze your hand over it. It’s almost as exciting as his hard cock standing to full attention, the red tip angry and practically begging to be sheathed inside of you again. 

“Fuck,” Daemon grunts, leaning forwards to tower over you. He plants one hand next to your hip, supporting his weight, while the other seizes yours and brings it to his rock hard cock so you're cupping it.

He stares into your half-lidded eyes when he speaks again. “Can you feel what you’re doing to me, bunny?” His voice is audibly strained, and he has to stifle a groan when your fingers wrap around his shaft. 

He’s glistening with your arousal, pulsing and aching right in your palm, and you’re so overtaken by the sensations, that you can’t do more than whimper a desperate ‘yes’ with an eager nod of your head.

His large hand comes to clasp around yours, guiding your significantly smaller one up and down his throbbing cock, jerking himself off before he thrusts his hips forwards to prod at your entrance. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so full of my cum,” he grunts, his dark blown eyes flitting down to your pussy, watching as he drags the tip of his cock through your swollen folds. He rubs it against your clit, circling it and also coating himself in your arousal. The shivers of pleasure that come with it jolt through your core, coaxing whines and whimpers to topple from your lips. 

You’re keen to embrace him again, and all but push your hips against him. He’s met with little to no resistance since you’re still thoroughly soaked from your previous orgasm, and fills you to the brim at once. 

“Maybe I’ll even knock you up if you beg for it, bunny,” he grunts, too lost in the warmth of your pussy. “Get you all nice and round with my child, would you like that?”

The gasp you release at the sensation gets caught in your throat, his pubic bone rubbing against your sensitive clit sending you in a haze. You’d love that, but you’re still on birth control. “Daddy, fuck, I–” The words die on your tongue, the blonde immediately pounding into you with reckless abandon.

He gropes at your bouncing tits, your hips, and whatever inch of your body he can grasp, but not once leave his eyes the spot where you two are connected. He’s almost mesmerized by watching the way he repeatedly disappears inside of you, and even more by the white ring of your arousal that has already formed around the base of his shaft.

With his hand on your body, his cock pistoning in and out of you at a pace devoid of any mercy, and the overstimulation long replaced by nothing but pleasure, it’s an easy game for your second orgasm to approach you. 

It comes in an ambush, striking you without a warning with an intensity that’s unmatched, his name falling past your lips like a prayer as hot pleasure floods your veins. 

Your walls clench and quiver around him, and it seems that Daemon’s words and thoughts have gotten himself so worked up, that your release finally triggers his own. 

“Fuck, yes, that’s-that’s it,” he groans, his husky voice strained. 

Your legs wrap around his hips, and with the force of your orgasm, you keep him tightly locked against your body, unable to move. His hips involuntarily still as his pulsing cock spends itself deep inside of you, and as much as he wants to thrust, he can’t do more than grind and rock his hips, riding out his own high while helping you through yours. 

Only when it’s over do your legs release him, allowing him to find a more comfortable rhythm again. It’s not at all as reckless as before, but it still seems as if he’s determined to fuck his seed into you, as if it could bear fruit. 

His hips still, and he topples forwards with a grunt, bracing himself on both hands. His silver strands cling to his sweaty skin, and he has his eyes screwed shut as he regains his composure and steadies his breathing. 

“As soon as we’re home, I’ll throw away your pills,” he husks, taking in a deep breath. 

His gaze meets yours, and his jaw sets briefly, as if he’s expecting the worst. But you just nod, a wide grin on your face. “I actually wanted to tell you tonight,” you hum. “I want your baby, daddy.”

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Almost bored out of her mind, Aleera sat at the table with her elbow propped on the surface and her chin resting in her hand. Lazily, her gaze wandered through the room and got stuck on different people, watching them for a while doing their things. How much she hated events like these, and how much she hated that she had to participate in them.

It was three years now since she had married her husband, Criston Cole, and it was just as long that she was unhappy with her life. The two of them had met back in College and after a few months of dating, they had become a couple. In the beginning of their relationship, everything had been fine. They had spent much time together, had tended to their needs, and even had had difficulties to keep their hands off each other. Mutual interests and hobbies had only strengthened their bond.

But as soon as they had finished College, it seemed like everything had started to go down the drain. At least in retrospective. Criston had started to study medicine, something Aleera had actually thought about doing herself early in College, but then she had reconsidered and decided to become an attorney instead. But different studies meant less time they had been able to spend with each other, and less time had inflicted cracks upon their relationship.

She couldn't truthfully say that she didn't love Criston anymore. She still did. Yet, it wasn't the first time that Aleera asked herself if marrying him three years ago had really been the right decision. They had grown apart over the two years before they had vowed to love each other until death would do them apart, and there just was a tiny part of her that actually regretted that she had said yes to him.

The fact that they didn't spend much time together anymore due to their jobs – him being a doctor and her being a lawyer – wasn't even the worst part. No, the worst part was that the more time had passed, the more Criston seemed to have lost interest in being intimate with his wife. Aleera definitely wasn't innocent when it came to sex – she'd spent many nights experimenting what she liked and what not. Although the number of men in her life she had slept with, she could count on one hand.

She could understand and respect that her husband just didn't have the right thoughts or mood to approach her in an intimate way, but that didn't make it any easier for herself. She had always been someone who enjoyed the pleasures of the flesh, and having someone as a husband who didn't share it was a burden on its own. One or two times, Aleera had even thought about cheating on her husband already, and she knew with absolute certainty that it wouldn't take long for her anymore to actually do it.

Until now, the right opportunity just hadn't shown itself.

But instead of searching for someone she could live out this need of her body and mind with, she sat here at one of the tables of a Charity gala among gods knew how many other people and tried desperately not to lose her mind due to the dullness that surrounded her. Something like this just wasn't her place to be, but it was expected of her to accompany her husband and act like the perfect little wife that she was not in reality.

Pressing her lips together as she could feel anger bubbling up inside her, Aleera looked at the wine glass in her hand, her fingers absentmindedly playing with the stem of it. She didn't even bother to look around in search of her husband, already knowing that he was engaged in some stupid conversation with either colleagues or friends, or both. Slightly shifting on her chair as her frustration grew bigger, she brought her glass to her lips and took a small sip of the sweet red wine, crossing her legs as raw need spread through her.

It had been more than two months now since she and Criston had had sex, and slowly but surely, Aleera was about to go rampage. Not being able to sit still and endure the boring conversations around her any longer, she stood and made her way over to the bar. She definitely needed something stronger now in order to survive this evening. Leaning with her arms on the countertop of the bar, she smiled at the barkeeper, a young man maybe mid-twenty, her full, plush lips spreading wide and inviting him over.

“What can I get you, beautiful?” he asked in a deep voice, returning her smile playfully and leaning closer, his hands propped on the work surface of the bar.

“Two tequila shots, please,” Aleera answered and unashamedly let her gaze trail down his body as much as she could see it. “And a strawberry lime vodka tonic.”

Still smiling widely, the barkeeper nodded and started to prepare her order. Mildly interested, she let her gaze wander over the different bottles that stood on the large shelf behind the bar while she thought about the question if she should also go for something else in the long run or leave it at vodka, looking into her own eyes that were reflected in the mirror behind the shelf. She mumbled a polite thank you to the barkeeper as he placed two shot glasses in front of her on the bar and filled them with tequila.

Looking around the room, Aleera took the first glass and downed the content in one gulp. Warmth spread through her as the tequila burned its way down her throat and though it wouldn't solve any of her current problems, she felt a bit of the tension leave her shoulders. That was until her gaze fell on her husband, who stood across the room and talked to both colleagues and friends, gesturing with his hands, joking and laughing. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she took in this sight, and subconsciously, she placed the first glass back on the bar and took the second one, frustration and anger bubbling up inside her again.

It hurt to see Criston like this. Laughing and joking, being happy while all that she herself got was the grumpy side of him that was always stressed and overwhelmed with work. It barely happened that he got home in the evening and actually didn't ramble about his work, colleagues, and patients. The time where the both of them had sat on the couch and had almost fallen to the ground from all the laughter seemed to be a lifetime ago. Only at events like this, she saw the side of her husband again she originally fell in love with.

Averting her attention from the group of men across the room, Aleera put down the glass with a loud pang, a scowl on her face and trying to ignore the aversion that slowly crept up on her. How much she hated events like these. And how much she hated that she couldn't just leave.

“You shouldn't grimace like that,” a low and silky voice sounded from behind her, causing her to twitch slightly in surprise and sending a shudder down her spine. “Although I must admit that it looks cute on your face.”

Slowly, Aleera turned her head around and looked at the person the voice belonged to. She was met with an intense gaze of violet eyes that seemed to look right into her very soul. A slight smirk tugged at the corner of these sinful lips that had already murmured the filthiest things in her ear, and the obligatory lock of platinum blonde hair fell into his forehead. Her gaze trailed down his stature and although she had already seen him very often in a suit, Aleera couldn’t deny that it did something with her this time.

“Says the right person,” she replied nonchalantly and took a slow sip of her drink. “I’ve seen your face grimacing in court more often than not, Daemon.”

“Well, you can’t blame me due to the attorneys we have to deal with,” Daemon answered with a smirk and leaned against the bar right beside her to whisper the next words in her ear, his arm slightly brushing against hers. “But I’m pretty sure you like it.”

Aleera’s eyes narrowed slightly while she measured him with an attentive look. “Maybe, yes,” she said quietly after a long moment, trying to ignore the tingle that spread from her arm through her body. “But I would never admit that.”

“Of course not,” he chuckled lowly and let his eyes wander about the room.

Aleera also averted her gaze and looked down at the glass in her hands, smiling. It was not the first time that a playful banter took place between them, and it certainly was a harmless one. Ever since she had started to study law, she had heard about Daemon Targaryen. One of the presidents of the very successful law firm Targaryen & Sons, and also an excellent attorney. He was a very well-known personality in the world of law, and his victory rate in court was legendary due to him not taking cases of which he knew he could only lose.

The final thesis of her study had even been one of his most prestigious cases, though she would never tell him that – his ego was already big enough and certainly didn’t need another boost. After she’d finished her study, she had applied for a job in the very company he owned together with his brother Viserys Targaryen; also an attorney, but not quite as known. Among thirty other young lawyers, Aleera had fought for this job and had given her best.

It had been lucky for her that Daemon himself had been responsible for choosing the newbies who would get a chance to prove themselves at Targaryen & Sons. From the first moment on, something had clicked between them. The connection that had developed within the first fifteen minutes of her job interview had surprised the both of them, though it had taken years until they’d spoken about it the first time.

Since then, it had always been as if they knew each other since an eternity already. It didn’t even matter that he was ten years older than her, and more than once their colleagues had joked about it being only a matter of time before they would end up in a relationship with each other.

It wasn’t hard to guess that Daemon definitely wouldn’t turn her down if Aleera would really give in to his playful banter, although she’d never assumed that he was really serious about this. For her, it had never been more than that – a game between them to see how much they could push and tease each other until one of them would finally break. She had never even considered to give in to this.

But right now, as she stood here leaning against a bar at a Charity gala, surrounded by people she couldn’t really do much with and trapped in a marriage that made her unhappy, with a husband who hadn’t touched her in an intimate way for more than two months, Aleera couldn’t help but think about the question if Daemon wasn’t serious about this after all and if she should go for it.

She was ripped out of her thoughts as she could feel him leaning closer to her, his chest pressing against her arm and his hot breath fanning over her ear as he whispered: “My offer still stands.”

Aleera’s head snapped around and she looked at him, feeling as if he had caught her with the hands in the cookie jar. Their faces were so close that their lips almost touched. She could feel his breath on her face, and for the first time, his scent washed over her, intoxicating her and making her head spin. Daemon’s gaze flickered down to her lips, sending a jolt of arousal directly between her legs, and she could feel her frustration grow as much as her restraint crumble.

She looked into the other direction to bide time, to steel her nerves and tell herself that it wasn’t right, that she shouldn’t even think about this. But as her gaze fell on her husband, still laughing and joking with his colleagues and friends while gesturing wildly with his hands, her eyebrows drew together as the knowledge of what awaited her at home crashed down on her, and she made a decision.

Aleera didn’t need to say anything, the determination in her vibrant blue eyes told Daemon everything he needed to know and his smirk grew bigger. Emptying his glass with one big gulp, he put it down on the bar and said quietly: “Meet me outside in a few minutes!” before he started to move and left her alone at the bar.

Taking a deep breath, she didn’t dare to look after him out of fear that it would be too obvious and expose them. Instead, Aleera emptied her own glass, now faster than before, and counted down the seconds. After three minutes had passed, her glass was empty and she turned around to follow Daemon. On her way out, she stopped at her husband to tell him that she didn’t feel well and would go home.

Criston didn’t even ask her if he should accompany her, instead only wishing her a good night before continuing to chatter with his friends.

Suppressing her anger due to the indifference of her husband, Aleera quickly made her way through the other guests and slipped out of the door. As soon as she stepped outside, she could feel a weight falling off her chest and allowing her to breathe more easily. She didn’t look for Daemon’s car in front of the building, knowing that his, even though not red but matte black, Ferrari 488 GTB was way too striking as that it would allow him to pick her up where everyone could see it.

Instead, Aleera went the short way around the corner of the building and smiled widely as her gaze fell upon the beautiful sports car. Daemon had never really needed to tell her what he thought. She could feel his eyes on her as she closed the distance to his car and opened the door to get into the passenger seat.

“I knew that I didn’t need to tell you,” his deep and silky voice reverberated through the confined space of the car, mingling with the purring of the engine and sending a pleasurable shudder down her spine, and he watched her making herself comfortable in the seat and closing her seat belt.

“It was obvious that you wouldn’t pick me up right in front of the building,” Aleera replied and looked at him, a smirk on her lips. “Even though people know that you’re a womanizer and don’t let an opportunity slip through your hands, your car is way too eye-catching, and I’m still married.”

Chuckling quietly, he put the car in gear and drove off, leaving the dullness of the event and her indifferent husband behind. Aleera was glad that the windows were tinted; it allowed her to look outside and watch the streets of Los Angeles pass them by without the need to fear that anyone would see her. Additionally, it created some much needed privacy because she didn’t intend to leave this car soon.

“How did you know?” she asked after a few minutes of them driving through the city, her voice gently disturbing the comfortable silence between them.

Daemon looked at her briefly, instinctively knowing what she was talking about, and his smile returned as he focused on the streets once more. “It’s obvious for me. I know you long and well enough, Aleera. I can see it.”

Warmth spread through her at his words and her hand found its way on his thigh, giving it a loving squeeze. She had always known that there was a special bond between them, his words only serving as a confirmation. Daemon saw her. Really saw her, and not only the facade, the mask she put on every day. It changed something in her of which she didn’t quite know what to think of it.

Since Aleera didn’t need to focus on the traffic, her eyes remained on Daemon, her gaze literally glued to the side of his face. She had never denied that he was a handsome and attractive man, but right now in this moment, this realization hit her like a tidal wave. It caused arousal and desire to jolt through her, making her pussy clench around nothing and letting her hand wander up his thigh.

His gaze flickered down to her fingers for a second, his grip tightening around the steering wheel, knuckles turning white, and Aleera could hear his sharp inhale through gritted teeth as her hand reached his crotch and cupped his half-hard cock through his pants. A grin tugged at the corner of her lips as she teasingly trailed with her fingers over the outline of his length, her touch feather-lightly before she tightened her grip again.

A low groan rumbled in Daemon’s chest and she could feel his now fully hard cock twitch, her hand increasing the pressure and massaging him through his pants. But before she could do something more, he wrapped the fingers of his right hand around her wrist, his grip firm and determined but not painful.

“If you want us to arrive unharmed,” Daemon said quietly, his voice low and husky, and gave her a stern look, “Then I’d suggest that you stop that.”

Though his voice was laced with a hint of danger, Aleera wasn’t intimidated at all, but quite the opposite. Her grin grew bigger at his words, taking it as a compliment and an affirmation of the effect she had on him, but she obeyed and pulled her hand back from his crotch. Before she could retreat completely, Daemon entwined his fingers with hers and placed their hands on his thigh, giving her a reassuring smile.

If he could have his way, he would stop the car immediately and take Aleera right then and there. But, as she had said herself, since she was still a married woman and due to the fact that they were colleagues, he held himself back. Though it was true that he didn’t let an opportunity slip to have fun, he’d never had anything with a married woman before. It had always been his own rule that he wouldn’t take what belonged to someone else.

With Aleera however, it was something completely different. Daemon had wanted her since the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and now that she had finally agreed to give in, he wouldn’t back out. But privacy was of utmost importance to him and thus he would wait to finally rip the clothes off her tantalizing body until they would be within the safety of his estate.

Aleera barely managed to sit still and hold herself back. Desire and arousal coursed through her body, burning their way through her veins like liquid fire and making her pussy throb with need. Heat rose inside her and wetness gathered between her legs, soaking her panties while her grip on Daemon’s hand tightened. Time seemed to stretch and what was actually a way of less than fifteen minutes felt like an eternity.

Relief washed over her as Daemon’s estate finally came into view, and as soon as the electric gate had let them pass and was about to close behind the car again, Aleera said breathlessly: “Stop the car!”

Her voice was urgent and demanding, and she already unbuckled her seat belt. Daemon stopped the Ferrari immediately and looked at her with raised eyebrows, both a question and an assumption visible in his eyes. With a quick movement, Aleera turned the key and killed the engine, her other hand opening his seat belt as well.

“Move your seat back,” she said huskily and burned him with her eyes.

Her lust and desire spiked and made her pussy throb, the ache between her legs becoming almost unbearable. She had already fantasized about fucking someone in a car one or two times and now, she would make this fantasy come true. The leg slit made it easy for her as she pulled her dress up and straddled Daemon's lap after he had pushed the drivers seat back, her legs on each side of him squeezing his hips invitingly as he slid deeper into his seat.

“Do you know how much I want you?” Aleera breathed huskily and grabbed his hand to guide it between her legs and let him feel how soaked her panties already were for him. A moan escaped her lips as he slipped his fingers under the fabric and brushed through her folds, gathering some of her juices before circling her throbbing clit teasingly. “I'm going to fuck you in your beloved Ferrari.”

With that, her lips crashed against Daemon's in a searing kiss, swallowing his groan while she reached down to open his pants with nimble fingers, her head starting to spin slightly as his taste flooded her senses and let heat rose inside her. His scent and taste together with his proximity was intoxicating, his dominate and authoritative side surging forth as he pulled his hand out of her panties and firmly grabbed her ass, squeezing the supple flesh.

He lifted his hips and helped her to push his pants down to his knees. Aleera broke the kiss with much effort and couldn’t resist to look down, a wanton moan escaping her lips as her gaze fell upon Daemon’s cock that stood in all of its glory. She had always assumed that he would be bigger than the average man, and what she had felt a few minutes ago had only added to her assumption.

But upon seeing him right now, he had exceeded her expectations. His cock was long and thick, with a bulbous head and veins running all over it. His deep groan reverberated in the confined space of the car as Aleera took him in her petite hand and gave him a few long strokes, her thumb and middle finger not even touching due to his girth. Daemon’s movements were driven by lust and urgency as he merely pulled her panties aside and took her hand from his cock to grab it himself and guide it to her entrance.

The anticipation and desire between them grew as Aleera could feel his tip barely slipping between her soaked folds, staying like this for a moment while their eyes locked. It was as if he was searching for something and when he seemed to have found it, his hips bucked up and he buried almost his whole length inside her with one single thrust. The first moment, the stretch of her pussy was slightly painful due to her not being used to such girth, but at the same time, oh so delicious. Her legs twitched in pleasure and a moan spilled over her lips.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon groaned and grabbed her by the hips, his fingers digging into her flesh and causing her cunt to clench around him. “You’re so tight.”

“All for you,” she gasped and let herself sink deeper, taking even the last few inches of his cock. “Gods, you feel so good, Daemon. Filling me so perfectly.”

Their shared moans echoed around them as Aleera started to move, rolling her hips against his a few times before she lifted herself up and started to bounce on his cock. His grip on her tightened as he supported her movements, guiding her on top of him and thrusting into her at the same time. Her brain slowly turned into mush and jolts of pleasure surged through her body.

“Daemon,” she moaned and arched against him as he descended his lips upon her neck, her fingers digging almost painfully into his shoulders for leverage and her focus shrinking down on him and the sensations coursing through her. “Fuck, you’re just perfect. This feels so good!”

Aleera’s movements became faster and more desperate as the knot of pleasure formed in her belly, raw and unrestrained moans tumbling out of her mouth. Squelching sounds reverberated in the space between them every time she sank down on him, a testament to how wet she was. Daemon’s low growl made her pussy clench around his cock as he pulled the top of her dress down to reveal her full breasts, his mouth instantly finding one of her pebbled nipples and eagerly starting to suck on it.

Something between a moan and a whimper spilled over her lips as his tongue circled her sensitive flesh and he gently bit down on it. She braced one of her hands on the little wall behind the seat and tangled the fingers of her other one in Daemon’s hair, pulling his head back and kissing him again. It was wet and sloppy, with their tongues partially playing with each other outside of their mouths, and she rolled her hips against his intensively, chasing the amazing feeling of pleasure.

“Gods, you’re so big,” Aleera gasped against Daemon’s lips after breaking the kiss, their breaths intermingling, and she could feel his cock throbbing inside her. “Hitting all the right spots and fucking me so deep. How much I’ve missed to feel like this.”

He groaned at her words and gently bit down on her lower lip, his fingers digging harder into the flesh of her hips and supporting her movements, pulling her against him. “Crispin doesn’t fuck you?” he asked breathlessly and huffed out a laugh as she shook her head. “What a dumbass. Turning someone like you down.”

Daemon growled possessively and trailed with his lips to her neck, licking over her pulse point and sinking his teeth in the sensitive skin. The growl turned into a moan as Aleera’s pussy clenched around his cock hard as an answer to his bite, coaxing him to do it again with the same result.

“You like that?” he murmured against her neck and let one of his hands wander to her ass, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh of the round cheek. Aleera moaned as an answer and nodded. “’course you like that. Filthy little slut that you are.”

His hand disappeared from her ass, instead wrapping around her waist, and his other hand tangled in her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her throat to him while the intense gaze of his violet eyes burned into her. “So tight and wet for me. Creating a beautiful mess on my lap.”

Daemon looked down for a moment, watching her sweet juices pool at the base of his cock and drench his balls. “I’ll make you cum on my cock, make this sweet little pussy of yours clench around me.” Aleera moaned loudly at this words and could feel her orgasm approaching, the ability to form coherent sentences slipping from her. “And after that, I’ll make you cum again, and again.”

“Fuck, Daemon,” she gasped and closed her eyes as hot pleasure surged through her, her body tensing and her pussy starting to flutter around him. “Yes, please.”

A mewl spilled over her lips as he placed one hand between her legs and started to tease her clit with his thumb, brushing over it and drawing circles into it, pushing her dangerously close to the edge. The knot of pleasure in her belly coiled tighter and her thighs started to tremble.

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Daemon said quietly, his voice raspy and hoarse, and slightly shifted his position beneath her.

The movement also caused a change in angle and his cock to hit her sweet spot. With a strangled moan, Aleera’s body convulsed and she tumbled over the edge, her thighs trembling heavily and her pussy clenching rhythmically around Daemon’s cock. He gritted his teeth and stopped to thrust into her, instead just letting her ride out her orgasm and fighting his own back. But Aleera didn’t stop the movements of her hips, continuing to roll them against his and increasing the speed again after the most intense waves of her climax had subsided after a long moment.

“Don’t stop,” she moaned and threw her head back, already chasing another orgasm after two months without them. “Please, Daemon, don’t stop. I’m gonna cum again!”

He resumed his thrusts with a guttural groan, pounding into her from beneath and now chasing his own climax that he could feel creeping up on him. His hands grabbed her hips firmly again and pulled her down against him to meet his thrusts halfway, increasing the force of it and causing the knot of pleasure to form in her belly again.

Aleera wasn’t aware of the sounds that escaped her lips, gasps, moans, and whimpers, nor did she care about the volume. She’d never been one to keep quiet during sex, and measured by the thrusts becoming harder, Daemon very much liked that she let him hear how amazing he made her feel.

“Daemon,” Aleera moaned breathlessly and looked at him, the sight of his handsome face beautifully distorted with pleasure almost pushing her over the edge. She could feel a specific tension building in her lower belly and pussy, a pressure that she had only experienced twice in her life but that she craved since then. “I’m gonna squirt!”

It took a moment for his brain to catch up, but as he comprehended her words, his eyebrows drew together in slight confusion and he returned her gaze with a question in his eyes. Aleera didn’t have the chance to explain anything, instead concentrating on this addictive feeling of an approaching orgasm. The delicious drag of his thick cock over every inch of her sensitive walls, the constant stimulation of her G-spot, the expression of pure ecstasy on his face, and his groans of pleasure in her ears were an intoxication combination.

But she didn’t come. For a long moment, she walked the fine line between tumbling over the edge and calming down again, the knot in her belly coiled up impossibly tight and her pussy tightening and pulsing around Daemon’s cock. The pleasure that surged through her with each of his thrusts became almost unbearable, and she wrapped one arm around his shoulders, hiding her face in the crook of his neck and whimpering helplessly.

“Fuck, Aleera,” Daemon moaned with a strained voice and needed to close his eyes for a moment as her cunt tightened around him, squeezing his cock deliciously and pushing him closer to the edge.

He didn’t know what she meant when she had said that she would squirt; he’d never experienced something like this with a woman before, but he knew for sure that he wouldn’t be able to endure it without cuming. Not when it meant that her sweet little pussy would squeeze his cock even more. Daemon could feel his orgasm building rapidly and licking at his spine, his balls tightening in sweet torture. But he was determined to push her over the edge once more before he would allow himself to succumb to the raw ecstasy that set his body on fire.

“Cum for me,” Daemon choked out, his breathing ragged and beads of sweat slowly running down his temples. “You need to cum for me, kēlitsos.” (little cat.)

The sound of his voice, strained and dark with lust, caused the knot in Aleera’s belly to finally snap and let her shatter. The scream that left her mouth was loud and long as her orgasm finally crashed through her and her body convulsed heavily in his arms. Her vision turned black for a long moment, and her thighs trembled and squeezed his hips as her body tried to close her legs.

Her pussy clenched around his cock like a vice, the squeeze bordering painful, milking him for all he was worth and sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. His muscles tensed and with a guttural moan, Daemon succumbed to his own orgasm, his hot seed spilling deep into her while she squirted all over his cock and lap, the clear fluid gushing out of her pussy for multiple seconds and wetting both their lower bodies and the leather of the drivers seat of his beloved Ferrari.

Panting heavy, they both just sat there for a long moment in a tight embrace, reveling in the port-orgasmic bliss and trying to catch their breath. Aleera straightened herself after a few minutes and looked at Daemon, her eyes shining brightly with satisfaction and the blue being more vibrant than he'd ever seen it. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly as he shifted a little and became acutely aware of the wetness between both their bodies and his ass and the seat.

Looking down and seeing the evidence of the pleasure he had bestowed upon her, Daemon remarked dryly: “It seems like you have ruined my car.” Aleera merely raised an eyebrow and gave him a smug grin. “I must say watching you experiencing such a strong orgasm was quite enticing and satisfying. Did you squirt before?”

“Twice,” she answered, her voice slightly hoarse and lifted herself up to climb back into the passengers seat, another quiet moan spilling over her lips as his cock slipped out of her. “Both times with the same man.”

“Not Crispin, I suppose,” Daemon said and awkwardly pulled his pants back up.

“No,” Aleera replied with a small laugh, amused by the deliberate falseness of her husband’s name and fixed her panties and dress, reveling in the feeling of Daemon’s seed slowly dripping out of her pussy. “Not with him.”

“Good,” he said and started the car again to drive into the garage, completely ignoring that his pants were now damp.

The silence that settled between them was comfortable and had something intimate, as if they already were a couple for several years. Both of them remained sitting in the car after the purring of the engine had stopped and just looked at each other.

“Do you want to come inside?” Daemon asked quietly after a moment, his eyes warm and loving.

Aleera knew that this wasn’t just the question if she would like to sleep here in his house until tomorrow before she returned to her husband. This question contained so much more. An affectionate and happy smile spread across her face.

“I’d very much like to.”

@schniiipsel

My first time writing smut in English ^^ Thank you for reading, I hope you've enjoyed it :)