Bride To Be
Showing - House Of The Dragon Staring - Daemon Targaryen X Reader (Qarth Lady) Rating - 18+ (Non Con / Ab*se / V*yerisum / object in*ertion / sq*irting / forced org*ms) Reading Time - 17 min 22 sec (2257)
Daemon was pouting, of course, he was. He sat in his chambers on Dragonstone, sipping the fine wines brought in by the ship that had arrived today from Essos. He was full of fiery rage toward his brother's demands.
Viserys had made clear his plans, and even clearer that there was no way to deny them.
Daemon was being forced into a marriage; this was not what had enraged him, however. It was the breeding of his bride that had brought him to such a craze.
His bride-to-be, was not a Targaryen. She was no daughter or granddaughter of a Targaryen king. Nor was she a noble westero’s house that had at points or another joined with house Targaryen. In fact, as far as he could discern, she did not have a drop of Targaryen blood flowing in her veins. At least back to the doom of Valyria.
His bride was a descendant of a great King and Queen of Qarth.
King Viserys had decided to strengthen ties with the east, ensuring support from Qarth in trade and any future problems that may arise after the war of the Stepstones had come to its end. He had ordered Daemon to ride on Caraxes and collect his bride from the great city, but after enough arguments over the matter, he relented and had her arrive at Dragonstone by ship for the wedding.
The door to the chamber opened, and Pytr, one of Daemon’s most loyal gold cloaks, turned Dragonstone guard stepped inside. “My prince,” he bowed,
Daemon finished his goblet and met his eyes, “What?” He glared,
“The Lady Y/n has arrived, My prince.”
“Finally,” he sighed, “Took her long enough, where is the Qarth Cow?”
“She has… struggled with the journey, My prince. She has been taken to the baths.”
“The Baths?” his smirk grew, his mind immediately went to the thought of seeing his bride-to-be early, he knew of the passages Dragonstone had within its walls, secret ways to walk, listen and even observe. Designed to overhear enemies' private conversations or learn secrets for later trade. One of these passages was infamous with one of Daemon's more… Dark ancestors, having commissioned a passage below built to listen and view the baths. “You may go, Pytr.” He demanded,
Pytr nodded and bowed before he headed out of the chamber, leaving Daemon once again alone.
But Daemon didn’t hesitate; he stood from his chair and quickly made his way to one of the passage entrances, taking a torch with him as he walked down the secret stairs and tunnels down to the baths below the castle. Soon enough, he came to the secret viewing space where the hot volcanic baths could be viewed and watched. The princess had yet to arrive, merely the handmaidens preparing baths, tools and oils. Daemon stood there, simply watching the handmaidens at work.
And the girl was brought in; she was having to be forced inside, unwilling to go herself, the door slamming shut behind her. She had locks so matted that it was impossible to determine their length, skin caked with dirt, her body concealed by layers and layers of furs for the cold of Westeros compared to her home. It was clear that the long sea voyage had taken a toll on the girl.
Daemon's jaw dropped. He was utterly astonished at the way she looked and how disgusting she was. He felt insulted that his brother would dare marry him off to this… thing. “Gods,” He whispered to himself, simply taking everything in.
The handmaids did their best not to gasp or react but quickly began their work. All of them needed to work together to tug the girl closer and start removing furs, given how uncooperative she was being.
She hissed and yelled out as the maids stripped her furs, leaving her body in a thin, dirty slip, but it revealed her curves and divots. Often yelling at them in her native language, Qartheen.
Daemon could not keep his eyes off her, staring at her curves. He tried to tell himself it was all a bit much from the shock, but that didn't quite explain how tight his clothes felt.
Y/n screamed as her slip was removed and immediately tried to fight off her handmaidens, but they had all clearly had enough of her and banded together to lift her and lay her down on a table pinned at her wrists and ankles so they could actually work.
Daemon laughed as Y/n was roughly handled, and could hardly say he didn't like it.
Y/n screamed and squirmed on the table, her exposed body against the marble, her chest large and plump, what would be expected from a woman who'd fed many babies, but of course, Y/n was still a maiden. Wide childbearing hips with the thighs to match.
The maidens had no mercy for her, scrubbing the days of dirt and grime off her body, leaving no area untouched.
Daemon gulped as he watched, her body now completely bare and on full display for him.
Y/n screamed out and tried to kick as the handmaidens spread her legs open, baring her pussy completely. The maidens scrubbed and washed her there until her lips were red.
If there was any chance of hiding his growing bulge, there wasn’t any anymore; it was painfully obvious. He watched with dark pleasure at her arguments and sensitivity.
All while Y/n argued and screamed as her body was cleaned so aggressively, her skin becoming paler from just how much dirt had been removed. Y/n screamed out words that were clearly curses in her native language at the handmaids as they cleaned her, leaving not a single inch of her un-scrubbed, getting much louder when one handmaid took the task of inserting a cleaning tool, a round-headed brush with a long handle, inside Y/n’s pussy without warning or hesitation. Which, of course, almost got the maiden kicked in the face.
At this point, Daemon couldn't take it anymore and simply undid his britches and pulled out his hard cock. He had completely lost himself in the moment and couldn't take his eyes off of Y/n anymore. He let out a quiet groan as he slowly began stroking himself.
Once she was clean, the handmaidens began work on her hair, combing and washing the long locks, trying to save as much from the matting as they could and cutting whatever couldn't be saved, but she must have had three metres of hair on her hair, so a small amount cut off wasn't to be an issue. While they did this work, however, they purposely left the tool inside her to keep her still.
Daemon moaned, finding the sight of Y/n's hair being tended to even more exciting than the previous cleaning. He continued to stroke himself, slowly at first but now moving faster, trying to pace himself, the fact that they simply left the tool inside of her made him even more aroused.
The few handmaidens not working on her hair attended… The other hair on the body of the Lady, cutting, trimming and saving hair on the undesirable places, still keeping the tool inside so she'd remain still as they worked to avoid cutting her,
“Gods…” Daemon moaned again, getting more and more worked up,
Whenever Y/n cursed or tried to break free, they would simply remove the tool and put it back in, maybe once or twice, sometimes as many as ten times when she really didn't obey, each time leading to screams and whining until she complied.
The handmaidens began to laugh, mocking the Lady in westerosi so she wouldn't know what they said about her. They joked and insulted her without hesitation as they worked. Some even find it funny how Y/n reacted to the tool being removed and inserted over and over, choosing to do it just to laugh at the Lady’s trembling and screaming.
Daemon smirked, seeing how the handmaids used the tool as a punishment for her bad behaviour gave him some… ideas of his own.
The handmaidens all began to notice her reactions and had almost all turned their attention from preparing her to now just torturing her. Tickling her and inserting the tool over and over at speed, all while pinning her down and holding a hand over her mouth.
And that was the moment he decided he could not keep waiting. He moaned, removing the hand that was wrapped around his cock, fixing his britches, to walking towards the entrance of the secret passage to open the door and get into the room. As he entered the room, he found the handmaidens laughing, all working to pin Y/n down, some gaged her screams, some tickled her, but two held her legs high and wide leaving her at their mercy as they used the tool over and over removing and inserting it as such a speed they where basically fucking her with it, which they all found deeply amusing, mocking her as she squirted and screamed for mercy.
“That's… enough,” he demanded,
All the handmaidens immediately stopped their antics and turned to Daemon. They all immediately stopped and lined up with their heads bowed, leaving the Lady lying on the table with the tool deep inside her, gasping for breath and struggling to think.
"My Prince." The head handmaid bowed; of course, she'd been the one using the tool on Y/n.
Daemon gave all of them a stern look before fixing his attention on the head handmaiden. “Care to explain what exactly you were doing to my supposed to be future Princess?” He demanded, crossing his arms.
"We uhhh… Well-" she had no excuse but fumbled her words enough to get through one, "we were… Ensuring she was clean."
“…Clean?” He walked up to the head handmaiden, getting right in her face, forcing her to look at him. “…I am supposed to marry this girl, and you are telling me you were simply ensuring she was clean?”
"We were merely acting for your best interests -" she trembled, well aware that what she did to Y/n could her her head removed from her shoulders or to face caraxes.
“…For my best interests?” Daemon scoffed in disbelief. “…Get out.” He ordered.
All the handmaidens scrambled to obey his orders and left the room.
As the door closed behind them, Daemon slowly walked up to Y/n, circling her lying form a few times, before standing beside her.
Y/n looked up at him, she cried softly and whined what was clearly begging for mercy in Qartheen,
Daemon couldn't help but smile to himself. “…She still doesn't speak a lick of Westerosi, does she?” He stepped forward and leaned onto the table as he looked down at her. “What about High Valyrian? You understand that?” he asked, using the language to test her, but still getting no reaction, “Can you speak at all, little one?” he mocked,
But she merely kept on pleading and begging,
Daemon decided to give up on trying to have a conversation and simply scoffed. He leaned over her with a smirk. “…Don't worry, little one, I'm not going to hurt you.” He murmured as he got onto the table, kneeling over Y/n. Daemon had managed to pin her down. He looked into her face, seeing the fear in her eyes. A small shiver ran down his spine. Daemon wasted no time enjoying himself, taking direction from what he'd watched the handmaidens doing to her. He pinned her wrists with one hand while the other took the tool’s handle, working it in and out of her.
Y/n screamed and squealed, choking pained moans as Daemon used the toy inside her, the handle and sponge rubbing up all the right places to make her start squirting and trembling.
“Oh, Y/n… I think… this is certainly something I could get used to, my lady.”
She cried and screamed in Qartheen, which, of course, Daemon didn't understand a word of. But it became obvious he was pleasuring her enough to get her close, as she was flushed and trembling, all the sighs of her impending release obvious.
He moaned huskily as she trembled and writhed beneath him, wracked by the pleasurable feelings. “Good… girl…” He murmured.
Y/n screamed out suddenly, squirting hard enough to coat the table as the tool's movements made her come.
He grinned smugly as he was sprayed by her release. “My, my… that was quite a mess you made. You look so perfect.”
She gasped, tears in her eyes. "… mercy…"
Daemon stilled, “…So you do know some words.”
"Mercy… Mercy… Mercy!" She repeated over and over,
His smirk widened to a smirk. “…Is that your only word? How… cute.”
She kept repeating it, looking at the tool still inside her, begging for its removal for good.
He watched her for another moment before he removed the brush and set it on the table again. “…There. Better?”
She gasped and relaxed slightly,
He chuckled smugly at her reaction. “You certainly seem to be a very… sensitive little thing, my lady.”
Y/n took her opportunity, breaking Daemon's grip and bolting. She jumped into the hot pool, hiding under the water.
He laughed, stepping to the edge of the pool.
She stayed under longer than Daemon imagined possible, only coming up for air. And even then, only enough to poke her nose and eyes above the water.
He sighed. “…Do stop hiding, Y/n. I don't like chasing people around.” He said, crossing his arms.
She stayed under, giving him suspicious eyes from the waterline.
“Why do you insist on behaving like this, Little One?” Daemon sighed again. “You are to be my wife; you'd best get used to this.” He said, stripping off his clothes before also stepping into the pool to get her…
