daeron had never known his true mother. alicent had sent him to ward in oldtown when he was too young to hold memories. he had not looked to replace her role, but it had happened nonetheless. she was the one he would always returned to, ormund's wife. she had sons of her own, children she shared blood with, and yet she treated daeron no different from them.
he remembered little of being an infant, only the warmth of her embrace and the comfort of her gentle lilt. daeron had been taken under her wing and into her arms, raised like her very own child. she sat by his sickbed even when the maesters of the hightower advised against it, she sewed him small trinkets and handkerchiefs with tessarion embroidered in blue thread, she praised his high valyrian when everything he had been taught of himself warred against it, she drew him into hugs and kissed his temple and cheeks despite ormund's disgusted scoldings about how unbecoming it was for a woman of her station to coddle a boy that was not hers. but daeron was hers, in the ways that mattered the most. blood was a thin thing, he had learned, and if there was one person in the whole seven kingdoms that the prince could rely upon, it was her.
so when daeron came to her, that agonizing night in tumbleton, she quickly rose from her spot by the hearth in her chambers, her jaw set heavily. daeron knew he looked an utter mess; with his cheeks wet and eyes still red. he had not noticed he had wept until his eyes began to burn anew at the sight of her. his feet had become planted to the cobble floor, his fists clenched by his sides. "mother," he had said, his voice scarcely above a trembling whisper. not my lady, not lady hightower, not even her name - but the most precious title of all.
before daeron could fix his mistake, she took him into her arms without a second thought. she accepted the name naturally, no comment made to scold or berate as ormund may have done. her hold was firm but not unkind, her touch gentle and grounding, and he melt into her embrace like a chick seeking warmth. "what has he done?" she questioned in a sharp whisper. daeron would tell her then, the words sticking in his throat, of what lord ormund had made him do. he spoke of how the man's hands cradled his face, proclaiming him a claimant to the iron throne. he had held vigilance in his own two hands, and drove sword into flesh with the outcome of death.
daeron heard her breath catch, even above the sounds of his shaky crying. his own hands clutched at her back, feeling the rigid lining of her corset beneath green silks. her grip tightened, body growing tense like a lioness prepared to strike for the sake of her cub. "daeron," she pulled back just enough to look into his watery eyes. "my sweet boy, what has he done to you?" it sounded less like a question and more of a threat to the man she called husband. her hands, smaller and gentler than ormund's, cradled his face with a somehow violent tenderness that only a mother could conjure. "do not fret," she said, wiping his tears and he had no choice but to lean into her touch like a kitten, "i know... the burdens of a king are too heavy for a boy. you are still a child, still meant to be protected. whatever ormund may do, whatever ormund may say, you must believe in me when i say we shall bear the weight together. you would make a good king, for you are noble and honorable and kind, but you are not meant to travel this path with him. you are deserving of guidance, not commands. ormund is a volatile man and he hides much from me, but you are mine. no harm shall come so as long as you return to me."
Desc: Daeron has to make the tough decision of killing an innocent man in front of his betrothed, knowing it's wrong. But he can't disappoint his uncle.
Warnings: Angst, yelling, physical violence (just hair grabbing and being shoved around), death, crying, false hope, grooming (the manipulating way), and manipulation.
Disclaimer!: I do not own HOTD, I do not own any of the characters or the storyline, just the freehanded parts I wrote!
You and Daeron were in the Tumbleton Sept, standing side-by-side in front of his beautiful dragon, Tessarion. It hadn’t taken long for Tessarion to get warmed up to you. You and Daeron were always attached, well, as much as you could be before his Uncle Ormund sent you both your separate ways. Calling you ‘distracting’ and such. But when you both were together, he made sure you met Tessarion, only hoping she would have warmed up to you quickly. You were both his safe places, and he couldn’t bear having you both cross with each other.
But it seemed the gods were on his side; after your third meet, Tessarion didn’t shake her head at you or grumble when you got close to Daeron. Instead, she shuffled closer to you and rubbed the side of her neck across your chest, making you giggle at the scales scratching across your gown. It made a few stitches go loose, but you never minded; it was just fabric. Ever since that day, Tessarion has been protective over both you and Daeron, growling and hissing when she sees someone get close to either of you when she’s near.
Back in the Sept, you and Daeron were enjoying the ‘alone’ time together, but Daeron needed to check in on his dragon.
“Patience, my girl.”
Daeron rested his head against Tessarion’s head, rubbing her snout lovingly, while you rubbed her neck with a small smile. You could feel the rumble of her growls throughout her body as you looked at her in awe, tracing your fingers down her neck to the tip of her wings, not going any farther. Her mesmerizing blue color was all you could think about, only imagining how it would shimmer in the sunlight.
“It won’t be long before we can fly again...”
Daeron’s voice was low, and he closed his eyes, feeling Tessarion’s warmth and your presence beside him. The warmth was short-lived; Tessarion’s head shot up quickly, and she screeched in alert. You and Daeron’s heads whipped to the entrance of the Sept, seeing his Uncle Ormund walk in fiercely.
“I have warned you against indulging in affection for that beast- both of you.”
His voice held no malice, just a seeming hint of disappointment, and you nodded your head quickly, bowing your head in respect as Ormund glanced at you. Tessarion screeches again and charges at Ormund, the chain around her neck halting her movements as you and Daeron rush to her side, calming her.
“Lykiri.”
Daeron says quickly, rubbing the side of her face he once laid on, and you stand behind him, putting a shaky hand on her neck. Once Tessarion calmed, you and Daeron looked at Ormund once again, standing beside each other once more. Daeron put his hands behind his back in a princely manner, and you clasped your hands together in front of your stomach, twisting the ring on your index finger.
“I know.”
Daeron mumbles quietly whilst walking towards his uncle; you stay planted next to Tessarion, your breath going shaky as you fear another violent outburst. Ormund has a face of sympathy; his eyes were glassy as he looked at Daeron, a ‘smile’? makes its way onto Ormund’s face as he steps closer to Daeron.
“You are a good boy. You have chosen your betrothed wisely, you speak kindly, and you say your prayers. I have raised you in the light of the Seven, and the Father smiles upon you.”
Ormund truly smiles at those words, taking a glance at you; his eyes flicker with something unrecognizable. Tessarion shrieks again, taking a protective step towards you, nudging your shoulder with her snout.
“Lyka, Tessarion.”
You whisper, holding your hand out steadily, and Tessarion huffs in anger as she steps back. Ormund clenches his jaw at your words before looking back at Daeron.
“There is a taint in your blood. The Targaryens are a savage race, poor in intellect, but rich in cunning. With dark spells, they created abominations to subdue what was rightly ours.”
His voice grows cold as he glances at Tessarion; you stiffen at his words.
“We are the superior men. But against that…”
He signals to Tessarion.
“We could not stand.”
Daeron glances back at you before looking at his poor, stressed dragon, who only grumbles. Until Ormund raises his hand to touch Daeron's cheek and Tessarion snaps. Ormund looks unamused, putting his hand back by his side, and he dismisses the dragon once more.
“The gods have put you to divine purpose, my boy.”
Ormund walks away from Daeron, pacing in the entrance of the Sept. You take his absence as your chance to stand next to Daeron, and you quickly shuffle next to Daeron, holding his bicep protectively.
“What purpose, sire?”
Daeron’s voice shakes a little as his hand comes from behind his back and to his sides awkwardly.
“The brutes raise a woman to the Iron Throne. A desecration! Where is reason? Where is propriety?”
His voice holds amusement and some tease, but you know his tone is false.
“It was a blessing that you came to ward in Oldtown.”
He steps from the entrance towards you and Daeron, his voice going low again.
“Your brothers are lost, but you… remain a Hightower.”
Ormund's hands come from his sides and hold Daeron’s shoulders, only after waving you off like some servant.
“Raised in the shadow of the Citadel, in the light of the starry Sept.”
His voice remains like a preacher as you glance at the sight of your betrothed; his body language screamed with discomfort as Ormund put his hands on Daeron’s face. Your face grows a frown as you both have to endure the degrading of his uncle.
“Now… you must be king.”
Ormund's voice sounds hopeful; whilst Daeron’s body stiffens, his eyes go glossy, and his lips quiver. It takes everything in you not to rush over to him, but you keep your composure. Taking a small step towards the two of them. Tessarion huffs behind you, hearing a grumble.
“You would not wish, surely, for me to turn cloak against my brothers?”
Daeron shakes his head as he speaks; Ormund points a finger in Daeron’s face with excitement.
“You will restore our ancient order. Victory will be ours. It is the will of the gods!”
Ormund says with pride, walking up the Sept's stairs like a royal, with his hands out like he’s opening them up for a hug. He waves his hand, signalling his guards to come forth, and the man you saw was not only the poor soul who stood up for his assaulted sister. They shove the poor man to his knees in front of Daeron.
“I thought you let him go...”
You say accusatorily while walking towards Daeron; your eyes are wide as you grip the skirt of your dress in fear. Daeron puts his arm in front of you with a worried look, and he shakes his head.
“Go to your chambers, please.”
He whispers. You grip his forearm, squeezing it in fear, causing you to stutter for a second before attempting to walk out of the Sept, only making it a few steps up the stairs before Ormund raises an eyebrow and chuckles. You freeze at his laugh, a cold chill going down your spine.
“No. Let her stay. A righteous king must demonstrate he upholds many virtues.”
Two knights block your way, forcing you to turn towards Daeron and the man. You close your eyes, hearing the shaky breaths of the bloodied man on his knees, and you cover your ears. Ormund proceeds to list off the many virtues in a cocky tone.
“Honor, Wisdom, and Justice-”
“He only acted when our men attacked a woman!”
Daeron says with shock, holding out his arm towards the man.
“He laid hands on a Hightower. That soldier is an extension of you, of the crown. Justice must be done.”
“Is Mercy not a kingly virtue?”
Ormund snaps his head to Daeron and glares.
“That sounds like something your father would say!”
His voice is mixed with disgust and anger; Tessarion squeals behind Daeron, and you uncover your ears to see your betrothed and his uncle in a staring contest. Which Daeron breaks with shaky breaths and tears in his eyes.
“I’m sorry…”
Daeron only mumbled and stepped backwards, so he was properly facing the man on his knees, putting his hands behind his back. Ormund unsheathed his sword, walking in front of the man. You couldn’t bear the death of an innocent man. You tried to run to and shield the man, but before you could make it off the stairs, the two knights who were blocking your exit grabbed you harshly.
“Why must innocents die? He did no wrong!”
You yell with tears in your eyes; one of the knights grabs your hair harshly and shoves you to the ground, your dress collecting the dirt that was on the ground as you grip the knight’s hand. Tessarion goes berserk from behind Daeron, rushing forward again, but the chain only grips her neck tighter; her shrieks have gotten louder. Daeron didn’t attempt to soothe his dragon; he was more worried for you, feeling guilty of not being able to help or protect you.
“Please- do not hurt her!”
Daeron pleads, taking a step towards his uncle, but Ormund ignores him, only turning around to hand Daeron the sword. That stops him in his tracks; he glances at the sword in disbelief, and he holds his breath.
“I have risked much and more to raise you up.”
Ormund holds the sword with two hands, pushing it closer to Daeron, and you shake your head, or…try to.
“Surely, you do not wish to disappoint me?”
Daeron’s eyes widen and get more glossy; he hesitantly takes the sword from his uncle, his hands shaking. The man before him lets out a whimper in fear. As he shakes his head, Daeron holds the sword properly, analyzing it.
“My Lord. My Lord, please. Please. No, please. I beg of you. My Lord.”
The poor man begs, and you start to sob, gripping the knight's hands, hoping for some release on your hair.
“Daeron- please! Don’t do this! Please..”
You cry out, reaching for him, but the other knight smacks your hand, causing you to grip your dress. Daeron doesn’t look at you- he can’t. The look on your face would break him, and he doesn’t want to disappoint his uncle. Ormund glances at Daeron before nodding his head, and Daeron takes slow, deliberate steps towards the begging man.
“Please, my Lord. I have a family, my Lord. I have a family, please! Please.. Ple-”
Before the man could finish, Daeron stabs him in the heart, and you gasp, covering your mouth as more tears fall. The man's body falls to the floor, lifeless. Ormund looks amused as you sob on the floor, covering your eyes from the sight. Daeron is in shock at his actions, holding the sword like a wet rag.
Ormund takes his sword back with a stone-cold face; he replaces the sword with his hand, holding it gently while bowing. The other knights in the room follow suit, even the knights holding you down. With a look of disgust, Ormund uses the man’s dead body as a wipe to clean it of its blood and sheaths it again. Before giving Tessarion a look. He walks over to you, grabbing your hand off of your eyes, putting it to your side, and forcing you to face the dead man.
Tessarion only blinks before climbing over the stone table covered in candles, grumbling. Her mouth opens widely, fire brewing in her throat, causing her scales and the thorns on the side of her head to shake as she scorches the dead man’s body. The heat of the blast makes your face burn up, and you squint. Ormund stands proud; he nods his head with a purse of his lips.
“And now we begin.”
Is all Ormund says, before walking off. The knights who were holding you threw you onto the floor with a scoff and walked out behind Ormund. You watched them leave with shaky breaths and a few coughs, glancing at the charred man that lay burning on the Sept floor, before pushing yourself to your feet and rushing to Daeron. As you reached him, you put your hands on his face as he let the tears fall; you wiped them off with your thumbs, some dirt mixing in with the salty drops.
"My love, are you ok?"
Your words fell on deaf ears as Daeron grabbed your wrist tightly, the only thing grounding him as his breaths got shorter and lighter. He moved closer to you until he pulled you into a hug, crying into your shoulder; you felt him shake. The guilt was eating him alive.
You hug him back, crying as well, but this moment was about him. Tessarion screeches behind you both, walking closer to both of you, rubbing her head against Daeron's back before nudging your leg with her snout.
"You were so brave, Daeron. Truly. You stood against your uncle and fought for what you could."
You mumble, sniffling, as you run your fingers through his hair and scratch his back soothingly.
"Do not let this eat at you; you could not have prevented it."
Tessarion wrapped her body around both of you, the best she could, her warm scales keeping you safe as you and Daeron decompressed from the recent events. Her low grumble could be heard from afar.
Just wanted to put something out there for starters, hope you enjoyed it!
a thought: if Daeron IS wearing a wig/dyed his hair to hide his identity and is masquerading as a squire, that could be an adorable meet-cute.
Think about it:
Daeron has to marry to form an alliance with whatever house and he travels to the Lord, still disguised in Ormund's party. And, of course, as the pact is made and the details are discussed, not a soul thinks of the bride nor the groom, both left out of the discussion and slipping out of sight separately. Daeron is off by himself in the gardens when a young woman approaches him, asking if he is part of the Hightower's party.
"Aye, my lady."
"May I ask you what he is like? Prince Daeron, I mean."
"Why do you wish to know?"
"Because I am to be his bride."
This is her. This is the stranger he'll be married to and she has no clue who she's talking to...and Daeron cannot help but smile and play the role of Ben, the squire, who knows Daeron so well, talking up the prince quite a bit and teasing a little. They spend quite a lot of time together and Daeron finds that he and his lady are well suited to one another, liking her more and more by the moment. And she likes him too. He can tell that she's sweet on him, even as she gently avoids "Ben" making little flirtation here and there (which he also likes).
The visit ends.
The Hightower's must leave to attend to some business and, when they return, she and Daeron will marry. Ben says his goodbyes and asks for a small favor, her blue ribbon for luck in the war, and assures her that she and Daeron will be quite happy together.
"How can you know that?"
"Trust me, my lady, I know the prince better than most. He shall love you."
And she watches him leave, ribbon tied around his wrist, a little part of her wishing that Ben could have been more than a friend...imagine her face when he reappears later, the red from his hair gone and white curls down his shoulders, smiling at her in such a familiar way...and then she sees the ribbon tied around his wrist and figures it out, Daeron following her out to the gardens.
"You are a beastly creature!"
"And yet you love me still."
They are happy together, the two of them. And when they name thier third born son Benjen and people ask why, they simply smile.
summary: Your shy, pretty boy boyfriend asks if he could film you two having fun.
warnings: SMUT (18+); filming of sexual acts; sub!Daeron; riding; Daeron gets called puppy and good boy; teasing; overstimulation
words: 3.3k
notes: Everything in this fic is done consensually. If this type of content bothers you, I advise you not to read it. I am not responsible for the type of content you consume.
𐔌 . ⋮ aera .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱
It would be an understatement to say you were surprised when your boyfriend, Daeron, asked if it would be okay to film the two of you. Your sweet, blushing boyfriend, who could barely say anything inappropriate without tripping over his own words, was actually standing, lying under you, asking—no, pleading—for your permission to record you guys having sex.
His cheeks flushed in embarrassment, and his blonde hair was a mess from you tugging at it desperately while making out. You felt his cock twitch in his boxers as he looked up at you, swallowing nervously. "Please," Daeron begged once again, voice almost cracking.
How could you say no to his sweet face? Straddling him while he gazed up at you with big, pretty eyes, nothing but devotion and love swirling in them. "Fine," you sighed, as if it were an inconvenience for you to satisfy his needs.
But you knew it wasn't. You liked this. Liked seeing your boyfriend pathetic. Desperate for your permission to try something new, all while blushing furiously and stumbling over his words like a dumb puppy.
Daeron smiled, almost a little too excitedly. "Y-you can use my phone... please... thank you," he stammered, heart pounding in his chest.
You smiled down at him, a hint of condescension in your voice as you spoke. "So polite," you cooed. You slid off of him to grab his phone, positioning it to capture both of you in the front camera. All of your actions now visible on the phone screen, which was facing you.
Unable to resist, he reached out, his calloused hands skimming up your sides, tracing the delicate lines of your ribs, the soft swell of your breasts. He cupped them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples, coaxing them to stiff peaks. A soft moan escaped him at the feel of your nipples hardening under his touch.
"You're so pretty," he breathed, his voice rough with want.
He leaned in, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your collarbone, his tongue darting out to lap at your pulse point. His hands slid lower, over your stomach, your hips, before gripping your ass, kneading the firm flesh. He pulled you closer, grinding his hardening cock against your core, the thin fabric of his boxers and your panties the only barrier between you.
"Please," he whined, his breath hot against your skin, "I need you. I need to feel you."
You gazed down at Daeron. A smirk played at the corners of your lips as you arched an eyebrow. "Please, what?"
"Come on, baby..." you purred, your voice dripping with honeyed venom. "Don't be shy now. You wanted this, remember? You begged me to let you film us..."
The camera captured your flushed cheeks and the hungry look in your eyes as you stared down at your lovestruck boyfriend.
"Tell the camera what you want. Beg for it like the desperate, needy boy you are."
Grinding your barely-covered sex against the rigid bulge straining his boxers.
Daeron's breath hitched, his eyes widening as you ground against him, his cock twitching and throbbing with need. He swallowed hard, his face flushed and his hair dishevelled from your fingers. He glanced nervously at the camera, then back to you, his expression a mix of desperation and embarrassment.
"I... I want you to touch me," he stammered, his voice shaking slightly.
You gazed down at Daeron with a coy smile as you traced your nails teasingly down his toned arms. You could see the nervousness in his eyes, the flush on his cheeks, and it only made you want him more.
Leaning in close, you purred, "Aww, see. That wasn't so hard now, was it?"
"What position?"
He licked his lips nervously, his eyes flickering between your face and the camera lens.
"Please, I... I want you to ride me," he blurted out, his voice quivering slightly.
His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers digging into your soft flesh as he pulled you harder against him. He bucked up against you, the thick outline of his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers, seeking friction, seeking you.
"Fuck, I can't-" he whined, desperation clear in his tone.
"Aww, there's my good boy," you cooed, your voice dripping with honey. "You asked so nicely, I just can't say no."
No doubt surprising Daeron. It had never been this easy before. You always insisted on teasing him until he cried or until he couldn't form words anymore. Never did you give in on the first time. But you wanted to let him have a bit of power this once—a treat for being such a good, brave boy.
Leaning in, you pressed a soft, teasing kiss to his lips before pulling back, lifting your hips to pull down his boxers. Sighing as his hard cock smacked against his stomach, a pearly bead of cum leaking from the tip of his pretty cock. The sight made you wet each time, making your mouth water.
The sight of his leaking erection made his cheeks flush an even deeper shade of red, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
"Oh god," he whimpered, his voice barely above a whisper. His cheeks flushed as he saw how red his leaky tip already was.
"Need you. Need to be inside you."
His hips twitched, eager to thrust up, to bury himself deep inside your tight heat, but he restrained himself, waiting for your command, your permission.
"Pull my panties to the side," you whispered, your voice low and sultry.
The damp fabric of your panties clung to your folds, the only barrier left between you. You could feel the heat radiating off his skin, practically shaking from excitement.
"Go on, puppy," you encouraged, your eyes glinting with mischief and desire. "Be a good boy and fuck me."
Daeron shuddered as he pulled your panties aside, revealing your glistening folds to his hungry gaze. The scent of your arousal filling his nostrils and making his head spin with desire. With trembling fingers, he traced your slit, feeling the slickness that coated your cunny.
"So wet," he breathed, his voice thick with lust. He brought his fingers to his mouth, his tongue darting out to taste your essence, his eyes fluttering shut as he savoured your flavour.
Gripping his hardened cock, he coated it with your juices, using your slickness as a makeshift lubricant. He stroked himself slowly, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps as he positioned the swollen head of his member at your entrance. With a roll of his hips, he pushed forward, the tip of his cock catching on your opening, stretching your opening around him.
You let out a soft moan as you felt him stretch you open, your walls fluttering to let him in. You plopped down on his girth, trembling as you felt the tip reach deep inside you, hitting the spot that made you see stars.
"Ohhh fuck," you sighed, throwing your head back. Soft gummy walls wrapped tightly around his cock as he filled you up.
Daeron let out a strangled moan as he felt your tight walls enveloping his cock. His hands gripped your hips hard, fingers sinking into your flesh as he fought the urge to slam up into you.
"Fuck, you're so fucking tight," he gasped, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. He could feel every inch of your silky walls clenching around him, massaging his sensitive flesh, urging him deeper.
You let out a breathy whimper, your back arching as you feel Daeron's thick cock stretching you open. Your hole quivers around him, slick beginning to drip down his shaft and balls as you sit on him. You can't help but roll your eyes back, lost in the sensation of his hard length rubbing against your sensitive walls.
"Ohhh-fuuuck-Daeron," you moan softly. "Ahh-so deep."
You start to move, rolling your hips slowly. The camera now forgotten, your focus is solely on the feeling of your boyfriend's hard cock sliding in and out of your tight, dripping pussy.
Daeron whimpered, his voice cracking with desperation. "P-please... bounce on it, please." He gasped as you rolled your hips.
Daeron shuddered as your hips rolled against his, your slick walls sucking him in. "Baby, baby, please... please bounce on my cock." He nearly cried from desperation, eyes wet and glossy.
"Oh my god," he wailed, his eyes locked onto where you were joined, watching as his cock disappeared into your soaked, clinging cunt. Your little clit peeking from the hood. It all made him dizzy and overwhelmed.
"Aww, listen to you, begging so pretty for my tight little pussy," you purred, smirking down at Daeron's flushed, desperate face. Grabbing his chin, you angled his head towards the camera, making him look at his phone.
"You want me to bounce on this cock, baby?" You teased. Keeping one hand on his jaw, you raised your hips until just the tip of his shaft remained nestled inside your slick heat. He whimpered at the sudden emptiness, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.
Plap! You slammed back down, taking him to the hilt in one swift motion. A low moan spilt from your lips at the sudden fullness. You set a steady, hard pace, your clit bumping at the coarse hairs on his pelvis.
Daeron let out a choked moan, his eyes rolling back as you slammed down onto him, taking him to the hilt. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!" he gasped, his hips bucking up involuntarily to meet your downward thrusts. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your wanton moans and his desperate, needy whimpers.
"That's it, baby. Show the camera how good it feels to have your girl bouncing on your fat dick," you encouraged.
Plap, plap, plap. The sound of your hips meeting his filled the room, a lewd symphony of your coupling. Daeron's eyes glazed over with lust, his tongue lolling slightly from his open mouth.
His blonde hair was a wild mess, sweat dampening the strands as he gazed at the phone with glazed eyes. "So–nnh–fucking perfect," he breathed, his voice rough and strained. "The best fucking pussy I've ever had. Can't get enough of her."
Daeron panted, his hips jerking up to meet yours, forcing his thick shaft even deeper into your soaked, clinging heat. He could feel your clit grinding against his pelvis with each bounce, making his balls tighten and his cock throb inside you.
His eyes fluttered shut, a look of pure bliss on his flushed face as he surrendered himself to the intense, overwhelming bliss of fucking his beautiful girlfriend.
You mewled whorishly as you continued to ride him like you had an audience watching. Which, in a way, you did. With the camera still recording your every move, and the dirty little sounds it could pick up.
You ground your hips in tight circles, making sure your sensitive clit rubbed against his blonde happy trail with each move. Electric shocks of pleasure raced through you at the added stimulation.
"M-me too, fuck, I'm gonna... gonna c-cum!" Daeron stammered, his voice breaking as he struggled to hold back his impending release. His hips jerked clumsily, slamming up to meet yours, driving his throbbing cock deeper into your fluttering heat.
"Please, please let me cum inside you!" Daeron begged, his voice raw and desperate. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, gripping it tightly as he pulled you down onto his cock with each bounce.
"Aww, listen to you, so desperate and needy," you cooed, smirking wickedly. You slowed your movements, your velvety walls clenching like a vice around his throbbing shaft.
"Beg for it." You demanded, your voice dripping with honeyed venom. You sat still, impaled on his cock, enjoying the feeling of him twitching and throbbing inside your silky heat. "Go on, puppy. Beg me to make you cum."
Daeron whimpered pathetically, his voice cracking with desperation. "P-pleaseplease let me cum!" He begged, his hips bucking erratically beneath you, seeking any friction, any stimulation to relieve the aching pressure in his cum-filled balls.
His fingers dug into the soft flesh of your ass, gripping it tightly as he tried to pull you down onto his throbbing cock. He gazed up at you with glazed, pleading eyes, his chest heaving with each ragged breath.
The head of his cock kissed your cervix with each desperate thrust, his body crying out for release. "I'm your good boy, I promise! I'll do anything, just please please please let me cum inside this perfect pussy!" Daeron pleaded, his voice raw and shaking with need.
"Oh, you poor, desperate thing~" you cooed mockingly. You could feel Daeron's cock pulsing, his balls swollen with the need to unload. Your cunt drooling on his length, dripping down his sack and staining the sheets beneath.
Leaning forward, you traced a perfectly manicured finger along his jawline, your voice dripping with false sweetness.
"Okay, baby. You can cum. Since you've been such an obedient little puppy~" you purred, your tone making it clear just how little you meant it. Your free hand gripped his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze.
"And good boys always get what they want, don't they?" You finished with a wicked grin, in a way that promised pleasure and pain in equal measure.
Without waiting for a response, you started to move, your round, perky ass bouncing on his cock with a newfound fervour. Not letting him adjust to the brutal pace.
"Cum for me, puppy," you demanded. "Show me what a good little boy you are~"
Daeron let out a strangled cry, his back arching as his cock erupted inside you. Thick, hot ropes of cum painted your insides, coating your walls with his seed. His hips jerked and spasmed, each twitch sending another wave of his release pulsing into your womb.
"Oh god, it's so much," he blubbered, his voice raw and strained.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he chanted mindlessly, lost in the throes of ecstasy. "I love you, I love you, I love you," he repeated, as if the words were the only thing that made sense in that moment.
You couldn't help but moan as you felt Daeron's hot cum flooding your pussy, some of it dribbling down his cock. The feeling of his release inside you pushed you closer to the edge of your own orgasm.
Ignoring his whimpers of pleasure turned overstimulation, you continued to ride him, rubbing your clit in tight little circles.
"I'm not gonna stop until I cum," you rasped.
Daeron shuddered and whimpered as you continued to bounce on his over-sensitive cock, your slick walls milking out every last drop of his release. "I-I can't... " It's too much..." he gasped.
"Please, pleasepleaseplease," he begged, his voice breaking as your pussy squeezed around him.
"Ahhh, fuck, it's too much!" he cried out, his voice pitching higher with each thrust. Despite his protests, his glossy eyes focused on your breasts and how they bounced.
His begging and crying only got you closer to the edge. Stopping your movements as you felt the coil in your stomach snap, still rubbing your clit as you came on his cock with a loud moan.
Throwing your head back in pleasure, body seizing up.
Daeron let out a strangled moan as he felt your pussy clench and spasm around him, your orgasm triggering a second, smaller release from his overstimulated cock.
"Fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," he panted, his voice rough and strained. "I can feel you coming on my cock-fuck, it's so fucking hot."
You collapsed against Daeron's sweat-slicked chest with a breathless groan. Your thighs trembled and ached as you tried to catch your breath, the aftershocks of your orgasm still coursing through your body.
"Mmm, fuck... my legs feel like jelly," you mumbled, nuzzling into the crook of his neck. You could feel his heart pounding beneath your cheek, his spent cock still nestled inside your leaking pussy.
You tilted my head up to look at him, your eyes hazy and satisfied. A lazy, contented smile played on your kiss-swollen lips. "That was really nice, baby. You did so well, being such a good boy for me," you purred, trailing your fingers through his damp, tousled hair.
Then, turning to the camera. "My boyfriend's dick is so good," you smiled, arching your back to show off the nice curve of your ass to the camera.
Daeron gazed at you with hazy, adoring eyes, a dopey grin spreading across his flushed face. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close as you both caught your breath. "You're so pretty," he murmured, pressing soft kisses to your hair, your cheek, your shoulder. "I love you so much."
You smirked, noticing Daeron's shy demeanour. "Uh-uh, none of that now," you scolded playfully. "You're the one who wanted to film us, right?"
Grabbing his chin, you turned his face towards the camera, ensuring he was looking directly at the lens. "Go on then, baby. Tell everyone how good my pussy felt. Don't be shy now," you purred.
Daeron blushed even deeper, his eyes flickering nervously as he gazed into the camera. "It... it felt really, really good," he stammered, his voice soft and shy.
"The prettiest pussy I've ever had. So wet and perfect."
"Go on, get the camera then," you purred, slipping off Daeron's softening cock with a lewd squelch. You leaned back, spreading your thighs wide to put your messy, dripping pussy on full display. Using your fingers, you spread your swollen, sensitive folds, allowing the camera zoom in on the creamy release dripping out of your used hole.
"Look how fucking messy you made me," you giggled, scooping up some of his thick cum and pushing it back into your fluttering hole, your fingers glistening with your mixed juices.
Daeron gulped, his eyes glued to the lewd display of your messy, dripping cunt. "I... I made a real mess inside you," he breathed, zooming in closer as you pushed his release back into your greedy cunt. "Your pussy looks so pretty like this, all puffy and full of my cum..."
You giggled coyly, giving your messy pussy a few smacks, the sound obscene and wet, your juices and his cum splattering on your cunt and thighs. "Yeah? You think my pussy looks pretty like this? I can feel it leaking out of me, making such a mess..." you purred, spreading your swollen lips to show off the creamy mixture dripping onto the sheets below you. "Doesn't my pussy look so good like this? All wet and full of your cum."
Daeron's breath caught in his throat as he watched you play with your messy cunt, his spent cock twitching slightly at the erotic sight. "It's the prettiest thing I've ever seen," he breathed, zooming in closer to capture every detail. "I love seeing my cum leaking out of your perfect pussy like that. Fuck, it's so hot..."
Smiling, you gave your messy, dripping pussy one last smack, the lewd sound filling the room. "Mmm, now be a good boy and turn that camera off and clean me up." You arched my back slightly, pushing your chest out and giving Daeron a perfect view of your soft, plush body.
Daeron gulped, his eyes roaming over your curves as he reached over to turn off the camera. He tossed it aside, not caring where it landed. His focus was solely on you, on your messy, dripping pussy.
He leaned in, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh as he pressed a soft kiss to your mound. His tongue darted out, lapping at the mixture of your juices, cleaning you up as you'd demanded.
"Your pussy tastes so good," he murmured between licks, his hands gripping your thighs, holding you open for him. "I could eat this pretty cunt for hours..."
You squealed as he started to eat you out. "Oh G- fuck! I-I meant with-shit-a towel," you mewled.
But Daeron was already too drunk on your pussy to stop now.
Someone pls just get Daeron out of Tumbleton and give him to the Tullys, he even has the hair for it in the show.
Honestly Hotd got so many things wrong (i e Alicent, Rhaenyra and don’t even get me started on Nettles) but omg Daeron was given so much more nuance. Him and Ormund are the breath of fresh air this season.
