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The sky overhead lingered halfway between twilight and the dark of night, the many blues and purples engulfing the orange as the night seized the sky. Far below the Red Keep, far below even the dragon pit, Prince Daemon and Princess Viselle were entangled. Their words, like a sharp knife wielded between lovers, were never meant to wound the other- only entice.
Viselle let her lips linger a breath away from Daemon’s as he held her against the stone wall, carefully, with his own body pressed to hers. He rested against his left arm as the right entangled itself among her snowy white curls- it made her feel like she wasn’t caged, not fully.
“Do you intend to choose one?” Daemon asks, he is not smiling or laughing, the violet of his eyes almost black as he remained staring down at his sister. She was pinned against the ruined wall beneath the dragonpit, her own mismatched eyes of blue and violet staring up at him- almost breathless, as she played his game.
Viselle was careful, thoughtful, but she played him like a harp as a smile curled her beautiful pink lips upright. “Choose one? And ruin the fun of watching you squirm, hating every moment that these men are wanting me for more than just my crown?”
Daemon didn’t react however and remained a breath away from her. Their eyes danced upon one another and below water crashed against the jagged rock. This was one of their favorite spots to meet, it was hidden and just theirs- a secret.
“Then tell me what you do want, sister, before I start killing off suitors until it’s only me left.” Daemon says, still unmoving. Viselle’s eyes lowered, her eyes upon his lips now, and she shifted against the wall ever so slightly to allow for her hips to better straddle his waist from beneath her robes of red silk.
There is a moment where Daemon lowers his face as his right hand moves from her curls to just barely touching beneath her chin, her own reaction indicating she resisted giving into a certain feeling that overcame her. She didn’t want to lose, not yet.
“What I want is for you to kiss me,” Viselle murmurs softly against his lips, her hands gripping the rock tightly behind her as she remained focused upon his lips. “And to fuck me hard until my head spins and all I can say is your name.”
Daemon responded with a soft grind against her that caused her to intake air slowly. She breathed him in and the kiss remained in the air as neither wanted to break the tension. The fingers pulled from her chin and turned to graze her jaw with the back of his fingers- every little movement driving both wild.
“I would take you in front of the whole court, but you’re lucky I’m a different kind of man who doesn’t like to share.” He murmurs back, the same kind of quiet haze lingering over him. The soft shallow swell of her chest with every intake of air made it hard for Daemon to concentrate. The way her pale flesh tightened with each inhale, the way it blushed as the neckline plunged down her breast. So instead he moved to her neck, not yet allowing her the kiss she so desperately wanted, and placed his mouth to her artery. She went still, her breath even shallower, as he teased it with the faintest of touches.
“I see no one here, my prince,” Viselle dared ever so quietly as a free hand of his played with the lace fastenings of her dress. “And yet still you will have me beg?”
“You think you’re the one with the power, sister, but you never were.” Daemon said as his left hand fell from the wall to grab at her hip, holding her to him. “I merely play the tune of the song you sing.”
A certain longing lingered in the air as the gulls cried over the sea, the sun beginning to set. Orange, reds, purples, lingered everywhere beneath the darkening clouds but all he could see was flowers. She smelled lush, clean, like fresh cut roses. He imagined her in the gardens surrounded by her maids as he would often train. Roses, oh how he wanted to fuck her in the gardens.
But Daemon couldn’t stand it anymore, not with how hard she made him by just being here at his mercy. A tender bite against her flesh became a kiss that fell both cold and wet against the heat of her blood. With a soft intake of air she moaned, light and with much longing clinging to it. Her hands moved from his chest to pull him closer by his doublet and all it did was make him suckle harder against her skin. Not enough to hurt her but to bruise it just lightly, a sign that she was his to whoever might see it.
“Daemon-“ she breathed with a sharp warning moan as he finally bit at her flesh. “Save that for my thighs, please.”
A dark grin curled his lips upward at her half pleas. She liked it, she was just afraid of getting in trouble by Viserys. The good king would turn a blind eye to the things he wasn’t aware of but how could he explain away purple bruises fresh upon his sister’s neck when trying to marry her off? A new suitor was to arrive within a fortnight and it made him mad to even think about. Reacting purely on instinct he bit harder with a much deeper suckle.
“Daemon!” Viselle said with a soft but sterner voice as her hands gripped both the back of his neck and the front, not pushing him off but to catch his attention.
“You’re only afraid of Viserys talking to you about it,” Daemon spoke into her neck, the wetness of his spit warm against the growing purple. “Or you’re afraid I’ll have to kill one of them when they start to ask you about the purple on your throat.”
He was right and she hated to admit it. The light pain that lingered against her neck made her heart pulse and had it been any other week, any other day, she would have wanted him to do it harder but between Viserys and new suitors set to arrive, she didn’t quite feel like dealing with either. The reputation she held at court was that of a princess- spoiled and sharp witted but still a princess that was pure and made of starlight. Anything that ruined that for her made her feel lesser- she hated that.
But instead she focused upon Daemon who nuzzled into her neck and throbbed between her legs. If she could have it, she would have just wed Daemon and had all of his children and she would have been his spoiled wife. But somewhere along the way he was sent off to marry that Royce girl, someone she was jealous of but never spoke of it out loud. It was unbecoming of a princess to be cruel to other women, naturally, but when Rhea was spoken of she would just ignore it. It’s not like she was here with Daemon, or Daemon was there with her.
“It’s mind numbing to be spoken to like how Viserys speaks to me,” she says finally after catching her breath. “If a suitor dies then that’s what happens when you chase a dragon.”
It was a suitable enough answer to get a muffled chuckle out of him. In truth she didn’t feel like anyone needed to die, and she did like the way it would infuriate Daemon enough to chase them off. She liked being his favorite and watching others be reminded of that.
“Fine then, little dragon, I’ll just have to remind you who is actually in charge.” He says slowly, quietly, as he drags his teeth against her neck just before pulling back. They share a look together, coy in their own ways, as he slides down to his knees just before her. They maintain eye contact and an excitement builds in her chest as her hands run through his silver hair, a deep curl of his lip indicating Daemon has a plan just before his hands reached for her skirts.
The skin upon Viselle’s neck ached with the rush of her heart, the excitement far too much to contain as it beats against the bruised flesh. Daemon disappears beneath the ruby silk of her dress and his palms, warm and enticing, set her with a firm grasp to allow for better depth. Viselle lays her head gently against the cold stone as her breathing becomes steady but shallow, waiting for Daemon’s touch. The seconds drive her mad and instead she chooses to brunch the dress in her grasp- it makes for better steadiness anyway.
There are no words though, not when he starts with kisses against her inner thighs. He teases her, he always has, and it’s like a cat with string. Only a few more seconds pass and she feels the wetness on her right thigh as he focuses upon it, much like the right part of her neck, and his teeth gently skim the supple paleness of her flesh. She closes her eyes and braces for it, he’s gentle but relentless, as he inches ever so slowly up to her cunt.
The Prince’s teeth are sharp as they first nip and then deepen into small mouthfuls of her thigh, varying between kisses and love bites. Those kisses tighten, sucking and bruising her purple as she squirms slightly at how powerful his mouth is. Daemon’s grip firms her into place, a warning that he would bite harder, and she only heeds with deeper, sharper moans. Gods, she was wet and she didn’t want him to stop.
“You were good for me, little dragon, but I’m not done just yet.” he whispers into the most tender of the spots and she whimpers pitifully as he praises her. Upon her thighs small spots darkened while some stayed red and Daemon rested his head softly on her left thigh to admire his work. He wasn’t at his prize yet, not even close.
Instead the prince stood up and gathered her together with his hand in hers, a curious, almost annoyed look furrowing her brow as a pout spilled across her face as he turned her to the other side of the small walkway. Daemon remained cool, however, as he flipped her around and she obeyed, bending her over the short stone railing. He wanted her to be loud and he wanted her all on display.
Viselle stared out to the darkening water as the waves sprayed salt and air up at her. It was cool as the sun set but the heat between her legs warmed her, even as Daemon pushed her dress up to her waist. Her hands gripped the stone and her breast heaved tight and heavy against the bodices constriction. He gave her another bite, hard upon her ass, and a small jolt caused her to jump. She was starting to get too needy because the surprise simmered into yet another pout. Daemon aimed to punish her though for the words she told him earlier, and he would do so the way he loved to the most.
Daemon however stood up and she looked back at him, exposed to the open salt air with the same pout still on her face. But she felt his body press against hers from behind, leaning over her to gather her neck tenderly in his hands, and he leaned down to her ear.
“You won’t get what you want, not so easily,” he said then, his free hand running along the soreness of her ass. “You are my plaything first, long before I am yours.”
His hand gripped along her neck and her mouth widened as Daemon pushed two fingers to past the folds of her cunt, and when she tried to squirm his hand tightened at her neck.
“You know I won’t hurt you,” his words like honey as he breathed her in, stilling her just enough beneath his weight and hands. “Not as much as your words wound me, sister.”
She wasn’t able to respond, not really, and all she could do was whimper as his fingers only went deeper and harder into her. The sound of the water below was drowned out by the pressure of his weight and his fingers working against her tightness. They were thick, rough, and just enough to start building the pressure in her stomach.
“I love you, and you are mine, my princess.” Daemon further whispered into her hair. “Any suitor that tries to separate us I will kill. I have only let you have your game because Viserys demands it.”
The speed in which he set into drove her mad and all she could do was whimper louder in response, heavier as his pace quickened. Her legs stiffened, a better support for them both, as he continued to fuck her hard. Upward his mouth bit lightly at her ear lobe and it was enough to make her legs shake.
“D-Daemon,” she whispered as she leaned into his kisses, her head turned back attempting to find her lips with her own but he only teased her by staying out of reach. Brows knotted together as her cunt clenched around his fingers, the wetness only making it a tighter fuck.
“Please, Daemon,” she begged, hot and desperate, the words falling out of her mouth like water.
“Not yet, dear sister, not while you still owe me.” he said with a whisper, his fingers pulling out just before she could finish all over them. A pitiful whine shook her body as she was denied her release, almost pathetic in the way she shook beneath him.
“You are frustrating, Daemon.” She says out of breath, her emotions working plainly upon her face with a deep scowl. But he laughed, something true and honest and it had finally broken through his own seriousness. She closed her eyes in frustration as he let go of her neck. The princess, denied her orgasm and her kiss, couldn’t handle it anymore.
“There there, sister, you’ll soon have what you want. It’s what I want too.” With that whisper hanging upon her ear, the prince pulled back and slapped her firmly upon the ass, a red mark and a trail of her honey being left behind as she jumped to attention.
Mismatched eyes looking back at him through a mess of white curls, there was a curious flush to her cheeks that bloomed as she watched Daemon loosen his pants. He smiled at her, dark as he always did, and she would have smiled back had it not been for the fact twice now he withheld what she had wanted. That only made him smile deeper, hungrier.
“Spread them for me.” He commanded, firmly but not cruelly. She leered at him just a second longer before turning her head back towards the water. She didn’t really feel annoyed, not really, she just wanted to resist enough to show her displeasure of being denied.
“You won’t be scowling for long, I promise.” The words were quiet, a promise, and Viselle knew what was about to come. Leaning deep and forth past the edge she moved her legs for him to enter and she knew he was admiring his art from behind, the red of her skirt still firmly pushed past her waist. What he couldn’t see, however, was the grin she had as his hands touched her exposed waist, holding her hips tight as he anchored himself into her.
Naturally it was tight, wet, and hot as his cock pushed through the swollen red cunt. Moans, both simmery and finally satisfied, escaped their lips as he pushed as deep as he could, the tightness stretched hard around his cock.
“Is that what you wanted?” Daemon asked as one hand fished itself down toward her stomach, the other still holding her hips.
“Mmhm,” Viselle answered, just barely, as her body constricted harder around his cock. Her eyes closed to concentrate on the slipperiness as he rocked his hips slowly into her, his hands still warm as they held her in place.
“I can’t hear you, sister,” Daemon said as he rocked harder into her, his hand squeezing her hip just as hard. “You know better than that.”
The pleasure betrayed her first as deeper moans escaped. Each push, each inch taken, only made her cunt tender and wetter. Her breasts dared to spill out and her hands kept her positioned on the stone railing, only the water below her catching every moan that she let out. Faster and deeper made the princess’s mind spin as the denied orgasms dared to catch up to her. Gods knew that Daemon could fuck her right.
He wasn’t without his own moans, however, and his breathing only grew increasingly quick as he pounded into her cunt. This sister, his own blood, so pure and his- what would he do without her? He had never known a world without her and some noble lord dared to take that from him. He wasn’t angry about it this time, he was desperate.
His hand moved from her stomach then as he grabbed for her neck, pulling her close to him as he slammed his cock even deeper into her. Daemon loved the way she moved, loved the way she obeyed, and with his hand at her neck he could feel the moans deep in her throat.
“Just like that, take it like a good girl.” Daemon muttered as he leaned forward into her. Beneath him he felt her tighten around him harder and she was close, he knew that.
“Gods, I'm close.” Viselle says and he picks up his pace. That drove her wild and sure enough, the moans were sharper, louder, and one right after the other as her legs tightened once again. “D-don’t stop, brother.”
He felt his cock twitch with the release of precum and it only made it all the wetter. Daemon leaned forward into her to get the best depth he could and it only took a few seconds more of slamming into her before both released at the same time. Her legs tightened hard and a sharp, shrill moan bore out of her as Daemon bucked hard into her, the cum spilling in hot ropes, coating her tight hole.
Their breaths were hot and airy as their hearts raced together, savoring the moment of being entangled together. The princess leaned her head back to place gently upon his as he leaned forward, his forehead nuzzled into the messy white curls. Still locked in, he could feel her legs shake as they stayed locked together.
“You are mine, by right, no matter what kings or gods demand,” he murmured after a moment of soft intakes of air. “And if I have to kill half of Westeros to prove that, then I will.”
Viselle’s eyes finally opened and overhead the sky was dark enough for the light of stars to appear. The orange, what little there was, was dying out and she watched it just a moment before turning just enough to brush her lips to his face.
“I know, and it will be just so.” She answered. Daemon raised just enough for their eyes to meet, still tired, and with one hand to his chin she pulled him into a kiss.
What a tragedy they would live to see.