The Sapphire Flame - Chapter 1
Younger, passionate, possession Daemon Targaryen Fanfic!
A shadow passed over the balcony before the sound ever came. The warmth of the afternoon sun lingered as Vaeltharion stirred beneath you, a low hum rolling through her chest as her sapphire head lifted toward the sky. You felt the shift in the air before you heard him.
Then the scream split the heavens.
Caraxes cut through the golden light in a slow spiral, crimson wings wide and sleek against the blue. His long, serpentine body twisted as though the sky itself bent around him. Upon his back sat Daemon Targaryen, silver hair streaming behind him like a banner of war, pale eyes sharp and searching as the wind tore at his cloak.
Vaeltharion"s tail tightened subtly around you, not in fear but in quiet possession. You did not rise in alarm. You did not rush to the railing like some courtly maiden dazzled by spectacle. Instead, you shifted lazily against the curve of her neck, lapis silk slid across cobalt scales in a luminous wash of color. The sun caught in your hair as your head lifted.
Your eyes opened fully, daring and unflinching.
From above, he would see you clearly now, a figure of lapis draped across living sapphire, sunlight igniting the scales. His gaze fixed on you without awe, without hesitation. You tracked his descent with slow precision, as though you were the one judging him rather than the other way around. Even at a distance, something ancient stirred between the balcony and sky, something older than castles and crowns. Dragons recognized dragons. Fire recognized fire.
Caraxes gave another sharp, territorial cry as he dipped lower. Vaeltharion answered not with sound, but with presence. She unfurled one immense wing, cobalt scales flared with reflected light, each one shining like a wave catching the sun. Vaeltharion stiffened beneath you, tail twitching, muscles coiling. Caraxes carried himself like a storm made flesh, every motion deliberate, every flap of crimson wing a warning. Your gaze lingered on the sheer power and precision in his movements.
Your ego prickled. Surely, I could wield more from that dragon than any man astride him.
No human could command such fire with such ease. The thought struck you, sharp and fleeting. Only one could ride him and soon, you would see if the man measured up to the storm he controlled.
Even without seeing him, even before his silver hair caught the sun, you knew by the dragon alone. Only Prince Daemon could command such fire. Face-to-face was another matter entirely.
Stone trembled when Caraxes finally struck the courtyard below. Wind lashed the banners. The sea seemed to pause in its endless rhythm. Daemon slid from the saddle in one fluid motion, boots meeting stone with controlled finality. He took his time ignoring the stares and whispering. He was waiting for something.
He looked up. Eyes meeting an empty balcony.
Only then did you rise, slow and intentional, one hand resting against Vaeltharion"s warm scales as you stepped toward the edge of the balcony. The wind caught your dress, wrapping lapis silk around your legs like a living tide. Your gaze met him across the distance, steady and observant with something dangerously close to amusement.
There was no shyness in you. No fluttering retreat.
Only a faint curve of your lips, a challenge perhaps.
Vaeltharion exhaled a thin stream of smoke that curled between you like incense offered to unseen gods.
Your voice carried on the wind, low and smooth. “Tell me, my prince… Do you always make such a spectacle of yourself?”
And though you stood high above him, it felt for a fleeting, electric moment as though the darkening cloud descended to stand between you.Thick with promise, with rivalry, with something neither dragon nor rider could fully name.
He stepped forward, boots echoing against stone. “I make declarations,” he called up to her, voice ringing clear. His arms extended as if embracing the sky itself. “Spectacles are for lesser men who beg to be noticed.” His hands dropped. “I have never needed to beg.” And then softer, dangerous, “When I wish to be seen…”
Your eyes flickered just once before you turned from the balcony before he finished, denying him the satisfaction he so clearly sought. “Of course, my prince,” you called down interrupting, though you had already stepped beyond his sight.
Standing tall with your hand found Vaeltharion"s warm snout, drawing steadiness from the sapphire scale while the battle beneath your ribs raged on. He unsettled you. Where others inspired caution or admiration, he stirred something far less orderly. Something that pressed and coiled and refused to be named. This was your first meeting. What could this possibly mean?
His smile dropped at your response, and his eyes flicked sharply over the peasants around him. He scoffed before charging toward the stairs, gripping the railing tightly, trying and failing to hide the storm in his chest. His gaze stayed fixed on the stairs. Daemon had always expected the world to bend for him. Disregard him like that, and anyone else might have been beheaded.
Meanwhile, you hadn"t even heard him on the stairs. Your own mind spinning. The corners of your mouth twitched sourly.
You, born of Velaryon blood, had always been drawn to blue, the color of your house, the sea, the dragon that shared your blood. Promised long ago to the Targaryens, all you had left was your title and your dragon, and the two together made you formidable. Normally, whispers followed you through town. The Sapphire Flame was the name they gave you.
So, to be fair, you had your own pride. Your own ego. And now it was clashing with his as inevitable and electric, like fire meeting storm, where flame and thunder refused to yield.
Your back was turned as he reached the top of the stairs. Vaeltharion knew he was there, but she did not want to disturb you as you traced the curve of her scaled face. This will be your first face to face with the Prince.
He paused, curious. His gaze lingered, drinking in the sight before him. Your hair whipped in the wind. Standing there statuesque, serene, and seemingly untouchable.
“Her warning is clear… yet you stand there anyway. Bold or foolish?” he bellowed, hands clasped behind his back as he took a testing stride. It was the first time his voice reached you directly, and it carried the command you had expected from whispers and court tales.
Sunlight caught the tones of your hair as something tugged at your lips. A smile, perhaps?
“You dare think me foolish,” you said, hand still resting on her snout as you turned to meet his gaze, daring him just as much as he dared you.
Daemon"s pale eyes narrowed, a slow, amused smirk twitching at the corner of his lips. “Foolish? Perhaps,” he said, inching closer, the sound of his boots echoing off the stone. “Or perhaps the world simply underestimates you… as I did.”
He lowered his head, studying you with that dangerous curiosity that made the air hum. “I will admit,” he added, softer now, almost intimate, “I rather enjoy being proven wrong.”
“Dory.” A slow smile, edged with quiet arrogance, curved your lips.
Vaeltharion never doubted you. Your bond was unshakeable. Yes, you had only asked her to stand, but she knew exactly what you wanted. Slowly, she rose, stretching her wings dominantly, keeping you close to her front legs. Her head tilted skyward, a beautiful sapphire flame spilling from her jaws, playing in the air between them. She looked down, locking her gaze on Daemon. She kept him at bay, guarding both you and herself, refusing to yield.
Her large movements stirred the wind around you, tugging at your hair and silk. You remained still, your face flat, though a glint of something unreadable crossed your eyes as you measured the distance between him and you. One arm rose, wrapping around Vaeltharion"s leg as you held yourself high, standing as if atop the world. A small gesture, yet one Daemon could never claim for himself.
Daemon"s eyes narrowed, silver fire burning in their depths as he studied you from the top of the stairs. His lips curved into that infuriating, crooked smirk.
“Standing there, so calm, so untouchable,” he said, voice low and dangerous, carrying across the courtyard. “Half this court would crumble beneath my heel. Yet you…” He tilted his head, the faintest edge of amusement in his tone. “You are more interesting than I expected.”
It was true. Daemon's reputation had taken root long before your coming of age and arrival at the Red Keep. He took a deliberate advance, boots clanging against stone.
“Do you always provoke those who dare approach you, or am I just lucky?” His gaze swept over Vaeltharion, then back to you, sharp and teasing.
“I should be angry,” he added, letting a shadow of menace curl in his tone. “But, I find myself curious.”
“Are you always this arrogant,” you teased, “or am I just unlucky today?”
Daemon"s pale eyes flicked over you, amusement tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Vaeltharion shifted beneath you, one wing stretching slightly, the wind tugging at your silk. You let your gaze drop to him, a small smile teasing your lips.
“Although blue is the hottest flame,” you mocked, “understand how some fail to face the storm”
Daemon stepped closer, boots echoing against the stone, his attention sharpening as he took you in. His expression turned slow and dangerous. “Ah so you are arrogant,” he said
He let his gaze sweep over Vaeltharion, then back to you, sharp and assessing, curiosity glinting in his pale eyes. “How inconvenient,” he murmured, almost to himself, “You are unexpectedly troublesome.”
You let a slow, confident smile curl your lips, eyes glinting like sunlight on stained glass. “Arrogant, confident, or bold, call it what you will,” you said, voice calm but teasing.
“I suppose someone has to keep you on your toes.” A low sigh escaped you, still settled between her legs. “So what brings you here today, Prince?”
He glances at the sea beyond the courtyard. “Velaryon blood runs cold and deep.” His gaze returns, sharp. “But dragons do not swim.” A faint smirk. “They burn.” A pause. “Tell me… which are you?” His weight shifted slightly.
The words sparked something small and dangerous in your chest. “Blue is the hottest flame, after all.” you murmured, “Dracarys.”
Vaeltharion answered with a controlled burst of fire not wild, not reckless, but precise. Sapphire flames curled through the air as she swept one great wing through it, playing with the blaze rather than unleashing it. Using the distraction, you slipped from beneath her, circling behind her shoulder, putting distance between you and the prince once more.
Not retreating. Repositioning. A reminder. You could hold your boundaries even against him. With a playful screech, Vaeltharion plopped down, ending her display.
He reached for Vaeltharion, missing. “Clever, daring, and yet I"m not certain you realize how dangerous this is, for both of us.”
You couldn"t tell if he was speaking to you or to Vae. She shakes her head letting a rumble escape her jaw.
“Easy,” you murmur, leaning forward into her, letting Daemon come closer.
“Inviting me to play?” he questions, hand hovering in front of her snout.
“I do enjoy games,” he adds, finally resting his hand on her scales, eyes lingering on her before shifting to you, your head turned, watching, unblinking, pale gaze heavy on you. “But I don"t always play fair.”
You smile, a soft giggle escaping your lips, lifting your head to meet his eyes already fixed on you. “Rules are never fun anyway,” Thunder cracked overhead as you stretched your arms across your dragon.
It grew dark as the storm finally caught up to the palace. The first heavy drops fell, and people hurried inside, banners snapping wildly in the rising wind. Thunder rolled overhead, deep and threatening.
Caraxes let out a sharp, furious screech before launching into the sky, wings beating hard against the storm, clearly displeased. Vaeltharion answered with a low, warning cry, rising slowly from where she had lain, muscles shifting beneath her sapphire scales as she gave you both room.
Then, with a deliberate sweep, she curved her vast wings around you, forming a living canopy against the rain. The world beyond the veil of her wings seemed to fade the shouting servants, the crack of thunder, the restless wind. Your eyes met his, and for a heartbeat, everything stilled.
The storm dulled to a distant murmur. Rain fell softly, far away, as if it belonged to another world.
Just the two of you, pressed close under her wing, breath mingling in the cooling air, tension curling between you like fire under ice.
Vaeltharion shifted beneath you, wings tightening briefly before she pulled them up. Slowly, she unfurled them, leaving you exposed to the sky once more.
Cold rain crashed over you, sharp and sudden, snapping reality back into focus. The palace loomed behind Daemon, the storm fully upon it now and whatever had passed between you lingered, heavy and electric, like thunder waiting to break.
Watching your dragons take flight, Daemon stepped closer, eyes fixed on you again. “Come,” he says, extending a hand, a teasing curl at his lips. “I wouldn’t want to lose you in the storm.”
Your eyes met his, steady with defiance.
Instead of taking the hand he offered, you turned and sprinted across the courtyard, silk clinging to your legs as the rain fell hard around you. While the rest of the palace scattered for the safety of stone walls and torch-lit halls, you ran straight for the small pavilion nestled in the center of the garden.
Behind you, Daemon stood frozen for only a moment. Amused. Then a slow smile crept across his face. He quickly closed the distance between you, boots striking the wet stone as he gave chase through the rain. Where you darted, he followed with ease, his tall frame moving like a shadow just behind you.
By the time you reached the pavilion, the rain had become a soft drumming against the roof above, the storm muted by carved stone and hanging vines. You leaned against one of the pillars, breathless, laughter escaping you before you could stop it.
For a moment you thought you had escaped him. You hadn"t yet realized he was watching you.
“You seem determined to have me chase you,” Daemon said, voice low, carrying through the pavilion. “First dismissing me at my arrival, now this”
“Oh yes, my prince,” you said, snorting, letting the amusement trace your words. “I spend my days thinking of nothing else.” Your gaze flicked up at him, mocking. “You act as if this is not our first meeting.”
Daemon stepped closer, hands clasped behind his back, his tall frame commanding the space between you. His chin lowered slightly, eyes glinting with something you couldn"t quite name. Curiosity? Amusement? Something sharper.
“And yet…” he said, voice low, carrying just enough amusement to make your chest tighten, “your reputation seems to reach everywhere.”
He let the pause linger, letting the words hang like a challenge in the humid air. Lightning flickered across the stormy sky, catching his eyes and setting them ablaze.
“Wouldn"t it be amusing,” you said, a soft laugh teasing the edges of your words, “if your name ever reached as far as mine?”
The thought of him, broody and unyielding before you, made you feel light, playful, a touch defiant.
Had he come just to see you? The thought boomed alongside the thunder, bold and insistent.
It was impossible not to stare, not to be caught in the depth of his gaze. Your eyes traced the outline of his form through the wet fabric clinging to his body, every movement sharpened by the storm. Muscles flexed with each step he took toward you, and you felt the familiar pull, a coil of challenge and desire curling tight in your chest.
“So defiant. It suits you, more than you might know.” He stood straight, now in the middle of the pavilion, the sun breaking through the clouds, almost a spotlight on him.
You shifted, standing up perfectly composed, your eyes still tracing his form before slowly lifting to meet his gaze. Only to catch him staring at your face. As you rose, the sun broke through the clouds, catching your features in its light.
Fuck. He smirked as if he could read your mind. You felt your face flush. Perhaps you weren"t so composed anymore.
“There it is.” He paused, holding your gaze, noticing the slight flush on your cheeks under the sunlight. “The fire beneath the calm. I thought you might be boring.” His voice was lighter now playful, edged with something sharper.
“Careful now,” you said, voice light, a small smirk tugging at your lips as you composed yourself. “Bold words from a man who"s barely caught my attention,” you added, stepping forward daringly. “I might start thinking you're full of yourself.”
The exact kind of playful challenge Daemon relished. A wicked smirk tugged at his lips. Your pushback only made him want you more. It was true he had come for this, to see you for himself, to find out if the rumors were right.
And you… you were far more captivating than he had anticipated.
He leaned forward slightly, letting the silence stretch between you, his tall frame looming in the pavilion. Your gazes locked, neither willing to look away. Even beneath him, the force of your energy matched his perfectly. Your hands rested behind your back, mirroring his stance, a subtle duel of poise and challenge.
His eyes flickered, silver fire catching in the sunlight through the clouds, before he spoke.
“Ah, so bold, so clever, and delightfully flustered.”
He searched your face, hungry for a reaction. “I could grow quite fond of this version of you.”
“Clever? Delightful, you say?” Your eyes sparkled, head tilting slightly in amusement at his honesty.
“I could get used to such flattery, Daemon.” You no longer bothered to hide the flush rising to your cheeks, nor the delighted curve of your lips. Your amusement was unmistakable.
Daemon his own name echoing through his mind.
The way it left your lips soft, teasing, alive. It was intoxicating. His gaze burned into you. Your breath deepened as his eyes flicked downward briefly
“Flattery is easy from a distance,” he murmured, voice low and deliberate, he inched closer, closing the distance until the space between you was electric.“ when I can see every flicker of your expression.”
“I can see every flicker of your expression. Dangerous, isn’t it?” A soft laugh escaped you, light and teasing, even as warmth crept into your cheeks.
You study his expression for a moment, noticing the way his brows lift, intrigued. “So daring, up close… I wonder if you"d keep it up if I moved even closer,” you add quickly, before he can reply to your previous remark. You straighten your back slightly, leaning a little further toward him, deliberately challenging his space.
At that, his hand shifts to your hip, firm and sudden, pulling you against him. His face is only inches from yours now. His other hand rises to cup your cheek, his eyes locked on yours, his confidence never wavering.
“Youre smitten with me,” you murmur, the words leaving your lips in a teasing whisper.
“Still so bold even now,” he replies.His eyes flick briefly to your lips, then back to your gaze, making sure you notice.
He leans in slowly, close enough that you can feel the warmth of his breath against your mouth. Then he stops barely an inch from your lips waiting. Who will break first?
He waits, lips hovering just short of yours, clearly enjoying the challenge. A smirk slowly pulls at his mouth as the silence stretches.
“Not so daring now?” he murmurs softly. Your heart pounds at the teasing. Gods, he's insufferable.
Before he can say another word, you close the last inch and kiss him. “Not so daring” your voice dripped with mockery.
Surprised. Daemon's grip on your hip turns vise-like, his fingers digging into the soft flesh with a bruising force that sends a jolt of heat straight to your core.
You could see his eyes darken. His fingers digging into your hips made your eyes flutter. Hands falling to his chest pushing lightly. Just enough to break the moment. “Youve just made this far more interesting" his voice husk.
All you could do was smirk. Not that you had to respond. Before you knew it he was kissing you again. Everything about it was so him. So you. The storm is still crashing around you as you get lost in him, not worried about the chance of getting caught.
His hands glided from your hips to your waist as he walked backward pressing you firmly against a pillar. Your hands on his chest sliding up to his neck to wrap your arms around him deepening the kiss making him groan into your mouth.
“We should stop” you tried to protest. One of his hands came to the back of your head gripping your hair and smirking before kissing you again. That was his response. You couldn"t help but shudder feeling his hands roam your body. You leaned back into the pillar letting one of your legs lift up instinctually. You could feel him smile again in your mouth as his hand fell to your thigh holding your leg up. Letting his hand sliding up the bottom of your thigh grabbing your ass.
You bit his lip in response, making him groan once more before his hand came down hard on your ass. Whack. Your breath caught at the impact head falling back giving him access to your neck. While his mouth explored your neck his hand played with your folds and threw your underwear. Sending a jolt through your core and soaking your panties.
“So wet for someone you just met” he whispered in your ear before moving your underwear to the side to use his thumb to put pressure on your clit, circling it slowly at first, then with firmer strokes that make your hips buck against his touch. The storm rages on, thunder rumbling like a distant growl, but it"s nothing compared to the heat building between you two, pressed against the cold stone pillar.
You gasp, your fingers tangling tighter in his hair as he nips at your ear, his breath hot and ragged. "Tell me to stop if you want," he murmurs, voice low and challenging, but his thumb doesn"t relent.
it presses harder, rubbing in tight circles that send sparks shooting up your spine. Your pussy clenches, aching for more, the fabric of your panties soaked and useless now as he keeps them shoved aside.
But you don"t tell him to stop. Instead, you arch into him, your lifted leg hooking around his waist to pull him closer. His free hand squeezes your ass again, kneading the flesh with possessive strength.
“Fuck, you"re dripping"" he growls against your skin, slipping his thumb lower to tease your entrance, gathering your wetness before sliding it back up to your clit, flicking it lightly to make you whimper.
Your hands roam down his back, nails scraping over the muscles there, urging him on. The risk of the storm, the pillars offering little cover none of it matters. You grind against his hand, chasing the pressure, your breath coming in short pants. He chuckles darkly, the sound vibrating through you as he captures your lips again, his tongue thrusting deep in a mimic of what you both crave.
With a swift motion, he hooks his fingers into your panties and yanks them down your thighs. You spread your legs wider for him. His hand returns immediately, two fingers plunging into your pussy without warning, curling inside you to hit that spot that makes your vision blur. You cry out into his mouth, the sound muffled by the kiss, your walls fluttering around his intrusion.
He pumps his fingers slowly at first, thumb still working your clit in relentless circles, building the tension until you're trembling against the pillar.
"That"s it," he whispers, breaking the kiss to watch your face, his eyes locked on yours with that intense, predatory gaze.
"Come for me, right here where anyone could see." The words push you closer, your body coiling tight as he speeds up, fingers thrusting deeper, harder, his palm slapping against your mound with each drive.
The orgasm crashes over you like the lightning outside, your pussy spasming around his fingers as you shatter, soaking his hand with your release. He doesn"t stop, drawing it out until you're boneless, leaning heavily on him and the pillar. Only then does he pull his fingers free, bringing them to his lips to suck them clean, his eyes never leaving yours.
"Taste so fucking good," he says, smirking as he leans in to kiss you again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.
But he's not done. You can feel his hard cock pressing against your thigh through his pants, thick and insistent. Your hand drops to it instinctively, palming him through the fabric, making him hiss.
"My turn?" you tease, voice husky from your cries.
He grabs your wrist, pinning it above your head against the pillar, his body caging yours.
"Not yet. I want to fuck you properly." With that, he unbuckles his belt one-handed, freeing his cock, it springs out, heavy and veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum. He strokes himself once, twice, before lifting your leg higher and lining up at your entrance.
"Tell me you want it," he demands, the head of his cock nudging your slick folds, teasing your still-sensitive clit.
Your head falls back, mouth forming and O, “I want it” you say eyes focused on him.
He smirks before pushing the tip in. his head falling to your chest trying to contain himself “You feel so good” He thrusts forward slowly, inch by inch, stretching your pussy around his thick cock until he"s buried deep inside you.
The sensation is overwhelmingly full, hot, and pulsing. As your walls grip him tightly, still fluttering from your recent orgasm. Daemon groans low in his throat, his forehead pressing against your collarbone, breath ragged as he fights to hold still.
"So tight," he mutters, voice strained, his hands clamping down on your hips to keep you pinned.
You wrap your arms around his shoulders, nails digging into his back as you adjust to his size, the pillar cool against your spine contrasting the fire building anew. The storm howls outside, rain lashing the stones, but it only heightens the urgency, making every slide of his cock feel electric. He pulls back almost all the way, then slams in again, harder this time, the slap of skin echoing faintly over the thunder.
Your legs tremble, one hooked high around his waist as he sets a rhythm, deep, deliberate thrusts that hit that sensitive spot inside you with each drive. You moan into his hair, biting down on his shoulder to muffle the sound, but he doesn"t care about the noise. His mouth finds your breast through the damp fabric of your dress, sucking on your nipple until it"s peaked and aching, his teeth grazing just enough to send jolts straight to your core.
"Fuck, yes," you gasp, rocking your hips to meet him, your pussy clenching around his length as he pounds into you. Sweat beads on his skin, mixing with the rain that seeped through your clothes, making everything slick and messy. He lifts his head, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, tongue fucking your mouth in time with his cock, claiming every part of you.
One hand slides between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit again, rubbing firm circles that make stars burst behind your eyelids. The dual assault has you spiraling, your body arching off the pillar as pleasure coils tight in your belly. He breaks the kiss to growl against your neck, "Come on my cock. Squeeze me like you mean it."
The command tips you over, your orgasm ripping through you with a cry, pussy spasming wildly around him, milking his shaft. He curses, thrusts turning erratic as he chases his own release, burying himself to the hilt one last time. Hot spurts of cum flood your insides, his body shuddering against yours as he rides it out, hips grinding slow and deep.
For a moment, you both stay like that, panting and entangled, the storm"s fury fading to a steady downpour. He pulls out gently, a trickle of his seed leaking down your thigh, and tucks himself away with a satisfied smirk. "Interesting doesn’t even cover it," he says, before sliding out.
He stepped back leaving you against the pillar. A familiar voice bringing you both back to reality.
