After the wedding and Viserys’ fall, Rhaenyra and Laenor were put in a bedroom to perform their duty.
Unfortunately with the tragic event that unfolded, Laenor couldn’t perform that night, as he was in such a devastated state after his lover’s death. Rhaenyra could only hold him in her arms when they were lying with their nightgown on the bed until he felt asleep.
Once Laenor’s asleep, it gave Rhaenyra the opportunity to use the secret passage of this room to escape the situation. She walked one or two minutes down dark passages, but she knew exactly where she needed to be. She climbed some stairs until she were able to find another secret door to another room. When she entered it, everything was half-dark, but thanks to the few candles lying around she could find her way to the bed. Once there, she undressed from her remaining cloths, lifted the bed sheets and went directly on top of a naked sleepy Daemon. Of course, her weight on him woke him up. At first, he couldn’t understand fully what was happening, but then he murmured:
- “You will be my husband for tonight, Daemon.”
She replied and began to kiss him passionately, in which he replied automatically, until he stopped five minutes later.
- “Rhaenyra, wait… what about…”
- “Sh… It’s what you wanted no, to be my husband…”
- “Your cock is saying otherwise.”
When she grabbed his hard member. He replied swiftly.
- “He is the one who always get me in trouble.”
But it was already to late, when she kissed him again, he was defeated even worse when she directed his penis near her entrance and in one movement he was inside her.
How much she has longed him since their first night together. She had become addict to his touches, to his kisses, to his caresses.
A breathy moan escaped her lips, and he trailed kisses down her neck before sucking a nipple between his teeth.
- “Daemon!” she cried out.
Her hands roamed up his chest and around his neck, fingers twining in his hair.
Their breaths kept time with each other, and her eyes never left his. Her mouth hung slightly opened, panting out little breaths in time with the movement of her hips as she rode his cock and took her pleasure. Daemon was there to worship her, to set ablaze her fire, her blood.
- “Rhaenyra!” he groaned.
Her gaze grew impossibly intense, still transfixed on his own. She was devouring him. His hands slid along her body, caressing her gently. She pulled him into another fiery kiss, her tongue devouring his mouth.
- “That’s it, Daemon. Don’t stop. Don’t stop!” She screamed to his ear.
Hearing her pleas, he drove into her ferociously, hungry for her to climax. She had mounted him and rode him, ensnared him body and soul, used him and loved him and now she will claim him once more.
She peaked between one cry and the next, her legs quivering as her thighs pressed him tightly into the mattress. He could feel her spasm around his aching cock, and it was all he needed to send him into his own rapturous ecstasy, cuming inside her.
Once they were utterly out done, he gathered her into his arms where she collapsed on top of him. He pumped in and out of her slowly, riding the waves of their shared pleasure until at last his other senses returned to him.
Daemon was the first to speak:
- “If we keep doing this blissful dance, you will become pregnant over time. We will have to be careful for now on, princess.”
- “I am already with child… yours.” Rhaenyra replied so softly.
- “WHAT.” Daemon screamed and straight himself upright. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier? Viserys wouldn’t have denied me your hand with you in such a state.” Stating loudly, while pacing furiously fully naked from one corner to room to the other.
- “Yes, he would have, you where still married at the time, and with that he would have disinherited me. Otto would have won and put Aegon on the throne instead of me. And what would have become of me? A pariah, obliged to fly to Essos alone and without money. Is that what you wish for me?” Rhaenyra replied angrily.
- “So what now? You want me to witness you having our child while you are still married to Laenor? Is that what you want?” Daemon said while looking directly to Rhaenyra’s eyes.
- “I don’t know… Maybe... What else should I do?”
- “You are playing a dangerous game, sweet niece, but I’m not a sharing man. You have forfeited Laenor’s life.”
- “You will not do such a thing! I need a strong alliance, an army, ships, … when I will need to defend my claim. Do you have that? No. You will learn to share. I want you in this marriage, I need you.”
- “What do I have in exchange?”
- “Me, the object of your desire. Isn’t that enough?”
- “No, but if that’s the case, I should also be able to marry who ever I want… why not Laena? Like this, we should be equally miserable, and you will have to share me the same way I do you.”
- “If that your condition, so be it.” Rhaenyra, showing tears in her purple eyes.
- “But know that, in a few years, if some unfortunate accident strike Laenor it will be on you.” Daemon murmuring in her ears.