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Rhaenyra broke the kiss, cut lip stinging as she grinned up at Daemon. He wore the same expression, smirking triumphantly as he glanced around them. Maester Gerardys was the only one left with them in the Godswood, her Father and Rhaenys must’ve departed while they were preoccupied with each other. She reluctantly let go of her husband's hand, allowing the maester to bandage the cut on her hand before he tended to Daemon’s. When both their cuts were tended to Daemon grabbed her other hand, pulling her out of the Godswood and up a side corridor towards her rooms.
The servants who used the corridor stared as they rushed past, faces aghast at their strange robes and bloodstained faces. Rhaenyra giggled, it felt like they were escaping into Fleabottom again, breaking the rules and finally tasting freedom. They reached her rooms quickly, stopping short when they saw the Grand Maester sitting in front of her door.
“Your graces, I had wondered where-”
“The fuck do you want?” Daemon barked impatiently, glaring as the old man backed away.
“I am here to pay witness to the consummation, your grace. To confirm….”
“Oh fuck off.”
Rhaenyra laughed at the look on his face, the Grand Maester sputtering behind them as Daemon slammed and locked the doors in his face. She let go of his hand and stepped forward into the room, suddenly feeling nervous as she saw the maids had already left after preparing the bed, the blankets folded neatly back.
“What’s this?”
She ran her hands over a crisp loose sheet, not tucked into the frame like it should be. There was a snort behind her, Daemon pulling her to him from behind as he looked at where she pointed.
“That’s for you to bleed on. A barbaric Andal custom.”
She turned around in his arms, leaning against him anxiously.
“Is there a lot of blood?” She asked, hating how small her voice sounded. The ladies at court had given her “womanly advice” in the form of horror stories of bloodsoaked sheets from their wedding nights, of the pain that one must endure with losing one's maidenhead. How to just lay back and take it.
Her husband, and how strange and wonderful that word sounded, sensed her unease, gently tilting her head up and kissing her.
“Despite what some highbrow fools may think, there is no reason for you to be in much pain at all. Not if I bed you properly.” He assured her quietly, leaning his forehead comfortingly against hers.
He pulled her away from the bed, distracting her and running his hands through her loose hair. Rhaenyra kissed him back eagerly, glad he had undone her wedding braids before the Valyrian ceremony, as now she found herself growing impatient for his touch. Daemon must’ve felt the same way, pulling off their robes quickly and leaving them standing in their wedding clothes. He brought her flush against him as she kicked off her shoes, making quick work of the laces of her gown before easing it slowly off her shoulders, leaving her only in her chemise.
Daemon stared at her hungrily, eyes dark as he took in the shadows of her nipples and the slightly darker hair between her legs beneath the sheer fabric. He caressed her, beginning with her shoulders and moving down until he cupped her breast in his hand. Rhaenyra bit her lip as he massaged her breasts, gripping his wrists as he flicked each of her nipples into hard buds and tweaked one. His hands were hot on her flesh despite the layer between them. She pulled his hands away, stepping forward to undo the clasps on his shirt. He smirked as her hands shook, assisting her with the last few clasps and shrugging out of it, leaving his chest bare before her. He shivered as she ran her fingers over the burned skin, letting her explore him just as he had explored her.
“When?”
“The Stepstones. The arrow didn’t go too deep, but the fire spread under my armor.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Not anymore.”
He brought his hands up to the laces at the front of her chemise, easing them open and letting the thin fabric fall to the floor, leaving her completely naked before him.
“Beautiful."
She preened under his praise, melting into his arms as he kissed her hard, running his tongue across her bloody lip. She let him take the lead, letting him walk her backwards until he pressed her against the door, bringing her hand up and holding his hand over hers just like he had that night .
Rhaenyra looked at him, confused. “Shouldn’t we be on the bed?”
He grinned and shook his head, his other hand reaching down between her legs. She felt his fingers tease at her folds, her head falling back against the door. Gods, she had dreamed of his fingers ever since he left her hot and wanting at the brothel, chasing the sensations with her own fingers in the nights after. But they were nothing compared to his, longer and calloused from years of fighting, his rough fingertips giving the perfect friction against her cunt.
“There’s no need to rush. I need to get you ready first, make you cum until you’re nice and loose enough to take my cock.”
She stifled a moan as he touched her, trying to hold back her cries of pleasure as Daemon worked her. He nipped at her jawline, tone wicked as he spoke softly in her ear.
“Now, now little wife. None of that. The Grand Maester has to hear us, remember? Hear every little sound we make.”
“Ah!”
Rhaenyra jolted as he slipped a finger inside, thrusting and teasing at her clit as he stroked her. Her legs trembled as the waves of pleasure jolted through her, her uncle the only thing keeping her from falling to the ground. She moaned as he slipped a second finger into her cunt, plunging his fingers in and out, curling them inside of her core and pressing down on a spot that made her see stars.
“Daemon!”
She cried out as he bit down on her shoulder, pulling blood to the surface as he marked her.
“Daemon! More, please!”
“Demanding little wife.” He muttered fondly, the door creaking as he continued to thrust his fingers, a pale imitation of what was to come next.
She screamed, her voice cracking as her orgasm hit, inner walls clenching around his fingers as her knees buckled. Withdrawing his hand, Daemon scooped her up into his arms as she shook, moving swiftly to the bed and tossing her down on it. He hesitated for a moment, taking off his boots before moving onto the bed to join her, kissing her over and over.
Eventually they broke apart, Daemon looking up and down at her sprawled form, drinking in the sight of her before kissing her neck and shoulders again. After a moment he started trailing hot, open mouthed kisses, moving down over her breasts. He took her peaked nipple into his mouth, lightly biting down as she started panting even harder, bucking her hips for any kind of friction as he teased her.
“Daemon, hurry up and fuck me already!”
He pulled away instead, chuckling at her glare as he met her eyes.
“Patience Rhaenyra. I told you, I'm going to take you apart in every way. With my fingers. With my tongue. Until you are nothing more than a sobbing mess.”
“Daemon what- AH!“
Her head fell back onto the pillows as Daemon moved down to the most intimate part of her again, tracing her oversensitive cunt with his fingers before lowering his mouth. She clenched her hands in the sheets, twisting and moaning as Daemon tortured her with his tongue this time, thrusting inside her and circling her clit. He held her down with his hand splayed across her stomach, stroking down her side with the other before bringing it down between her legs again.
“Oh gods Daemon….!” She whined as he tortured her, her legs trembling as she felt the pleasure build again.
“Gods Daemon please, don’t-! Stop. I can’t-!” She managed to gasp out, trembling as she felt waves of pleasure spread from her core. Rhaenyra shook as she peaked again, thighs tightening around Daemon’s head as he worked her through it. She stared when he came up to meet her eyes, feeling a flush creeping across her face as he licked his lips.
“Absolutely delicious.” He purred, kissing her again and letting her taste herself on his lips.
She savored the feeling of his bare chest on hers as they kissed for a moment, moaning as he ground against her, the fabric of his breeches too rough on her sensitive core. She reached her hands down to run them under the waistband of his breeches, stroking the hot skin there as he groaned. Daemon pulled away from her, shucking off his breeches and tossing them aside in one swift motion. She barely had time to appreciate the sight and size of his cock before he was on her, covering her completely. She relished the feeling of his bare skin on hers, feeling the weight of him between her legs as he buried his face back in her neck.
“Let me have you. Let me claim you. Let me make you mine.” He sighed, his cock heavy against her thigh.
“Yes.” She gasped out, breath hitching as he settled the head between the folds of her cunt before gazing at her again.
“It’s going to hurt, just a little.” he warned, gazing into her eyes as she nodded, bracing herself.
Daemon shifted slightly before pressing into her with one swift thrust, gasping as he sheathed himself within her. She yelped at the intrusion, clinging tightly to his shoulders as he whispered soft praises into her ear.
“Gods you’re so good, so perfect for me. My love, my beautiful wife….”
She shuddered, breathing through it as the pain dulled to a twinge as he held himself still, arms shaking with the effort of it.
“Are you alright? Can I move?” He asked, trembling as he looked into her eyes, his face mere inches from her own.
Rhaenyra hesitated a moment before nodding, gasping as he pulled out and rocked back into her. It still stung, but the slide of his cock against her cunt started to feel good as he moved.
“More, Daemon…. Please!”
He stared at her again, lips turning up in a smirk before snapping his hips forward abruptly. The new rhythm caused her to gasp, breath catching in her throat. She clung to his shoulders as he moved faster, setting a rapid pace, hips grinding into her.
“Look at you Rhaenyra…. Taking my cock so perfectly. Like you were made for me!”
Every word sent a jolt of heat to her cunt. Her back arched at the delicious friction between them, wrapping her legs around his hips she urged him on.
“Daemon! Don’t stop! Oh gods!” She dug her nails into his back, shrieking as he moved one of his hands back down, fingers working at her clit in time to his thrusts.
Words failed her, she could do nothing but gasp and sob as her husband drove them both towards the edge. Her vision whited out as her third orgasm washed over her, body tightening as Daemon chased his own peak. He gasped, pulling her hips flush against his as he spilled into her, coating her walls with his seed. He collapsed on top of her, holding her close and nuzzling against her hair. Rhaenyra held him close as they both caught their breath, softly running her fingers through the damp hairs at the base of his neck. After a moment he shifted slightly so his forehead rested against hers.
“Gods I love you.” He murmured.
She could only kiss him weakly in response, moaning as he pulled out and laid down beside her. Daemon pulled her into his side, wrapping his arms around her as she caught her breath.
“My beautiful wife.”
She sighed at the compliment, reaching up to cup his cheek gently, thumb brushing the cut on his lip.
“My dashing husband.”
Her body thrummed with contentment as they laid together, feeling the warmth and safety of Daemon clutching her hand as she drifted into a satisfied sleep.