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his wife had a face of an angel , sad that prince daemon preferred demons over pretty maidens . she couldn't pinpoint the source of his sour face and irritation until she was stolen away to where caraxes was sleeping . tinted red , sharp teeth , the creature was as hesitant with akina as its owner had been during the first days he brought her here . now it relaxes under her tender touch , doesn't look at her much but knows her . higher up in the clouds , caraxes smoothly flies through a straight line , turning gently and only slightly . her white teeth catch her plump lip between them , watching his hand slip between white thighs with a small exhale . through her ecstasy , akina listens to his command and grips onto the harness for her dear life . ❛ oh gods . . . you're not really - doing this here . ❜ but he is , and it doesn't even cross her mind to stop him . one hand grips onto his wrist , breathes out a soft chuckle that morphs into a long moan . she pushes onto the harness to draw herself back in his warmth , between his arms . akina's whimpers and moans are sung right into his ear , gentle call of his name . digits prod onto the soft walls , slick with her excitement , lower half trying to roll onto his fingers as much as she can sitting on the saddle of a bloody dragon .

this might have been the loudest she was with him , when you're up above the clouds , you can gather no unwanted attention from your lover's wife and family . it never bothered his majesty but akina was more than aware how it could break a woman's pride , and learned that it was impossible to ignore her attraction to the worst man that might receive it . she comes with a loud call of his name , adrenaline making her heart break the ribs . the creature has lowered onto the ground , and while akina panted and hurriedly gripped onto the harness to steady herself while caraxes landed , the mighty dragon was landing onto the soft grass of meadow . her head rests atop broad shoulder , as his hand strokes away her sensitivity , still between her legs as she pants . eventually , elegant fingers curl around his wrist to pull his maddening touch away from her core . the way akina licks his finger clean , and enjoys the stillness of the air around them , the silence , suggests she's not done with him yet . surprisingly enough for someone who's never owned a dragon or a horse , she jumps off the saddle with grace . dark silk hitching up smooth flesh , one shoulder bare and feeling the warmth of spring sunlight . ❛ daemon targaryen . . . you're definitely mad . ❜ she exlaims , her soft voice donned in laughter as caraxes shakes his head and huffs out hot air against the woman that starts walking backwards . ❛ and i believe there's no cure for you but me . . . ❜ her mood had changed , it seemed as if the stone walls of dragonstone were suffocating akina . her culture has always been a mixture of wealth and beauty and freedom , open fields , with less ceiling above their castles , with more glass . the small woman gently opens her arms and keeps walking backwards , openly nudging his attempts to catch her with a quiet giggle .

— @therogueprincedaemon . / cont.