pyre of desire
daeron x visenya (older sister oc) | dd:dne | 3k | explicit 1/?
“And you were too drunk, too weak of a dragon, of a prince—to stop this man from stealing our own brother? What would father say?” Visenya delivers the final blow, already saying what their father would say. And he should hate her, with every fiber of his being. But his insides twist and tangle with so much unbridled lust, desire for the sister who so despises him. For her eyes only light up like this—with fiery disgust and brazen delight in his misery and failings. Daeron wonders if her treatment of him arouses her in the same way it does him? He wonders if beneath the layers of her skirt, he’d find her wet, dripping, soaked?
The thought shoots straight to Daeron’s stones, his cock twitching, growing harder. He needs a bath, not only to rid himself of the stench, but to take care of the issue at hand, so he can finish himself off fast and swift, while moaning his sister’s name in the solace and silence while he stews in his own self pity. It’s the closest he is to contentedness, normalcy. And he grasps it when he can.
“I think you’ve already spoken with our own father’s mouth, Vis,” Daeron says, voice strained, staring at her sumptuous mouth that he’s imagined kissing, licking, even fucking. And he can’t help himself, forever tormented by the plague of her very own existence. “And what an exquisite mouth you have, dear sis. For one day, I shall feel its exquisiteness upon myself.”
