To Crown a Princess Chapter 2 (Patreon)

Day Two

Daemon had not had many opportunities to sail on ships in his life.  Being fostered in Winterfell for many years, he had only truly seen ships on the rare trips his mother’s kin had taken to White Harbor.  As he sailed to Dragonstone, he was glad to learn that even in the rather choppy waters of Blackwater Bay, he was not prone to seasickness.  Alas, the same could not be said of his and the princess' entire retinue.

“Is Lady Elinor still sick?” Daemon asked.

“I’m surprised that the poor thing still has anything left in her stomach,” Rhaenys sighed.

Elinor Rosby was one of Rhaenys’ ladies and one of the very few people that they had taken with them to Dragonstone.

“We’ll get there soon,” Daemon said, settling into his seat.

“Oh, I know,” Rhaenys said, perching her lovely arse on the desk in front of him. “I’ve been here many times, after all.”

“The stronghold of our ancestors,” Daemon mused. “I’m looking forward to seeing it again.”

“I still can’t believe you don’t remember it,” Rhaenys said, shaking her head.

“The last time I was there was probably before my eighth nameday,” Daemon said. “I barely recalled the Red Keep when Father called me back.”

“Well, we’ll just have to refamiliarize you with the island and the castle,” Rhaenys said. “It’s just a shame that Aegon was stuck in King’s Landing.”

“That is a shame,” Daemon smirked. “If only I had brought up how little I remembered of Dragonstone at a time when he could have come with me.”

“I thought that was intentional, you sneaky shit,” Rhaenys chuckled. “As was your oh so innocent suggestion that I show you around instead.”

“You said a week, and I intend to use it,” Daemon said, his voice low and rumbling.

Rhaenys quivered at his tone and rubbed her thighs together, only to wince when she did so.

“I told you that I was too sore for much today,” she said flatly.

“I’m well aware that I tired you out, Rhaenys,” Daemon said smugly.

“You had me more than half a dozen times last night,” Rhaenys hissed. “I don’t know what was sorer this morrow, my cunt, battered by that monstrosity you call a cock or my throat from the screaming.”

“I didn’t hear a single complaint during it,” Daemon said.  In an instant, he was on his feet and between her legs, pinning her to the desk. “If you were less sore, you’d already have impaled yourself on my cock.  Admit it.”

Rhaenys’ eyes darkened with lust, and she instinctively tightened her thighs around his waist.  Daemon grinned at her obvious desire.

“You’re entirely too smug, Valonqar,” Rhaenys complained.

“That wasn’t a denial,” Daemon whispered in her ear, making her shiver. “I am so looking forward to bending you over the painted table.”

“Bending me...Daemon, that was the table on which the Conquerer put together his plans for Westeros!” Rhaenys hissed.

“I highly doubt that we’ll be the first pair of Targaryens to fuck on it,” Daemon chuckled. “Daemon and Rhaenyra did live on Dragonstone for a while, after all.  Hells, I doubt you’ll be the first Rhaenys ever bent over it.”

Rhaenys snorted and shook her head. “I did promise you could do anything you wanted to me for a week.”

“You did,” Daemon murmured, looking down into her purple eyes. “In fact, there is something I want to do to you right now.”

“Daemon, I am still sore,” Rhaenys said.

“I misspoke,” Daemon said, stepping back. “There’s something that I want you to do to me.”

He gestured down between his legs, and Rhaenys narrowed her eyes.

“Such a typical man,” Rhaenys scoffed. “I’m surprised you waited until the second day to have me suck your cock.”

“What we all want is food in our bellies, a roof over our heads, and a pair of pretty lips around our cocks,” Daemon admitted freely, “and yours, my sweet, are beautiful.”

“So utterly charming,” Rhaenys said sarcastically.

“I’ll promise you this,” Daemon said, “if you impress me well enough, keeping in mind that you’ve never done this before, then before the week’s done, I will tie you to my bed and eat your sweet cunt until you pass out.”

Rhaenys shuddered and sank to her knees in front of him. “You promise?”

“I do,” Daemon said.

He helped her lower his breeches and free his aching, hard cock from its confines.  Just standing between her legs, feeling the heat emanating from her core, and smelling her lovely scent as he stared into her eyes had been enough to get him hard.

“Fuck me, I still can’t believe I took this inside me,” Rhaenys said.

“You took it so well too,” Daemon said.

“Every inch,” Rhaenys purred, stroking his cock with her hands. “I swear that I can still feel them.”

Daemon shuddered when she looked up at him, her eyes alight with mischief and lust.  She kept one hand gently stroking his length and brought her lips to his bulbous head.  Wrapping them around the head of his cock, her tongue flicked over his pisshole, and he felt his legs shake.  She giggled at him and started taking a few inches of his cock into her mouth, continuing to toy with him with her tongue.  For a first attempt, it was pretty bloody good.

“Fucking hells, you’re a natural,” Daemon groaned, threading his fingers through her black locks.

“Impressed yet?” Rhaenys asked, smirking up at him as she spread her saliva over the rest of his length with her fist.

“You know what to do,” Daemon said. “Tell me, was it Alayaya or Arianne who gave you tips?”

“Oh, Daemon,” Rhaenys sighed, sounding very amused. “Just because I’ve never been with a man other than you doesn’t mean that I’ve never done anything like this.”

Daemon blinked owlishly at her. “Oh?”

Rhaenys grinned up at him and said, “I said before that Chataya has a few fake cocks in the brothel, and I had played with a couple.  Alayaya once asked me if I wanted to try sucking one after I had made her cum with it, and I figured there would be no harm.  She ended up very cross with me, though.”

“Why?” Daemon asked, his cock so hard that the head had turned almost purple as Rhaenys spoke.

“I’ll show you,” Rhaenys said.

Taking his cock back inside her mouth, she sank all the way to the base, swallowing him whole until her nose was buried in his wiry pubic hair.

“Holy fuck!” Daemon cried, holding her tightly on his cock for a moment before he realized what he was doing.

Rhaenys pulled off of his cock and gasped for air, giggling at him. “Apparently, I naturally lack something that women usually have to train away.  Alayaya was very envious.”

“I can’t believe you just did that,” Daemon marveled.

Rhaenys just smirked and moved back to his cock.  What followed was not the most sensual blowjob he had ever gotten; Rhaenys wasted no time teasing him or anything like that.  Instead, she just sucked his cock like a woman possessed.  Bobbing up and down on his cock like his seed would save her life, she was driving him mad in no time.  What she lacked in technique, she more than made up for in enthusiasm, not to mention her unnatural talent for taking him deep without gagging.

Daemon’s mouth went dry until it hurt to swallow.  He panted and groaned as he felt his orgasm building rapidly within him.  The fact that this was Rhaenys of all women making him feel this way enhanced things even further.  Her eyes never left his through the entire thing, the wicked glee in them shining clear.  She was enjoying sucking his cock and seeing what she was doing to him.  Perhaps after a night of him drowning her in pleasure until she was a babbling, incoherent wreck, this was her way of reasserting herself a bit.  If that was what she was going for, she was welcome to do it as often as she liked.

“By the gods,” he groaned, his voice cracking.

Rhaenys giggled, and the vibrations of her laughter alone nearly finished him.  When she reached down and gently massaged his balls, it proved too much.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Daemon cried out, cumming so hard that he nearly lost his footing.

Rhaenys tried to swallow all of him, but her inexperience finally showed, and she pulled back to start coughing.  The last rope of his seed landed on her face, and she frantically moved to catch it before it fell on her clothes.

“Asshole!” she coughed.

Daemon sank back into his chair in a daze, only belatedly realizing that she was glaring furiously at him.

“Sorry,” he panted, still not recovered from his climax.

“I swear if you got any of it on my dress…” Rhaenys said, wiping her face and hands clean with a nearby cloth.

“It’s clean,” Daemon assured her, slowly catching his breath. “Holy shit, Rhaenys.”

His appreciation and the realization that her dress didn’t feel wet all dispelled Rhaenys’ rage, and she shifted to looking smug instead.

“I take it; I was impressive,” she said, smirking.

“That’s putting it mildly,” Daemon admitted.

Rhaenys just grinned and turned around, walking towards the door.  Daemon watched her arse sway with her every step and let his mind wander for a minute to what he wanted to do to her in their family’s ancient stronghold.

“I’m going to hold you to your promise, Valonqar,” she purred, turning around to grin predatorily at him.

Without another word, she left the room, leaving a half-naked Daemon sitting there staring after her.  He just shook his head and laughed to himself.  He didn’t want this week to ever end.

*****

“Can’t say they didn’t stick to their theme,” Daemon commented as he took in the sight of his family’s ancient castle.

“Just wait until you see the inside,” Rhaenys remarked. “The torches are held by stone dragon claws, and the staircases are framed by stone dragon tails.”

“It’s all this black stone?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Rhaenys replied as they walked inside. “The Valyrians of old could melt and shape it with their magic.”

“I remember reading about it,” Daemon said. “I just never really pictured how ornate such work could be.  If only we could still do things like this.”

“We’ve lost almost everything,” Rhaenys sighed. “First to the Doom and then to the Dance.”

Daemon looked over at his haughty princess in surprise.  Given her Dornish looks and sense of style, he would have expected her to identify more with that side of her family, but apparently she took her Valyrian heritage seriously.  He himself had grown up in the North, among First Men, and, his eyes aside, he had the Stark look.  Even with him being a Targaryen, the Valyrians were almost more abstract figures from history than anything else.  It was kind of nice to see her lean into that side of herself.

“Enough moping,” Daemon said. “As much as I’ve been looking forward to a tour of the castle…”

“I’m sure,” Rhaenys smirked.

“I’ve also wanted to see more of the Dragonmont,” Daemon continued.

“Why?” Rhaenys asked.

“It’s full of caves where actual dragons made their nests,” Daemon said, like it was obvious.

“Well, have fun, Valonqar,” Rhaenys said.

“You’re coming too,” Daemon said.

“Do I look like someone who goes hiking through caves?” Rhaenys asked.

“I had boots made that will fit you,” Daemon said. “It will be an adventure.”

Rhaenys went to protest further when Daemon leaned in.

“You did say anything,” he whispered in her ear.

“In...in a cave?” Rhaenys hissed, her eyes widening.

Daemon just grinned down at her, and though she gulped audibly at the prospect, he saw enough interest in her eyes to know that she’d go along with it.

Day Three

Their tour of the castle had lasted the rest of the day, and after a pleasant bath together, they slept in their own beds, not wanting to draw undue attention to themselves.  By the time Rhaenys woke up, she was clearly recovered from her lingering soreness, as, much to Daemon’s pleasure, her limp was entirely gone when he saw her.

“You’re lucky that I like these boots,” Rhaenys said, signaling down to the black leather hiking boots that came up half-way to her knee.

“I saw what your riding leathers looked like and had a pair that matched them made,” Daemon said.

“How thoughtful,” Rhaenys snarked.

“Come, my dear,” Daemon said. “Adventure awaits.”

“That’s the problem,” he barely heard Rhaenys mutter.

The volcanic island of Dragonstone was so dark and dismal that the black fortress that shared its name was quite well suited to it.  There were perfectly green and arable parts of it, of course; no one could have lived there otherwise, but the volcano of Dragonmont was far from it.  Grumbling all the way, Rhaenys nonetheless managed to keep pace with Daemon and the handful of guards that they brought with them as they searched for a large enough cave to bother with.

“To think, at the beginning of the Dance, there would have been six dragons living freely on this small island,” Daemon said.

“Five,” Rhaenys corrected. “The three wild ones, Vermithor and Silverwing.”

“You’re forgetting Seasmoke,” Daemon said.

“Right, right,” Rhaenys said. “he returned here after Laenor Velaryon’s death.”

“It must have been quite the sight,” Daemon said wistfully.

“Look in the distance there,” Rhaenys said, pointing to her right. “That cave looks big enough that it could have been a lair.”

“Finally getting into it?” Daemon asked.

“I’m just hoping that if you see a big empty cavern full of rocks, that you’ll get bored and we can go back to the castle,” Rhaenys huffed.

Daemon’s cheerful grin at her annoyance only made her scowl, and he chuckled as they trekked on towards the cave she had mentioned.

“It’s certainly large enough,” Daemon commented as they approached it. “Even Vermithor could have fit in here.”

“I suppose he would have been the largest one who made a lair on the island,” Rhaenys said. “The Cannibal might have been larger, but there are no real accounts of his size since survived sightings were so rare.”

Daemon lit a torch and handed it to her before lighting another for himself.

“Must we?” Rhaenys asked.

“I won’t force you, but I will tell Obara you were too scared to enter an empty cave if you don’t,” Daemon replied, smirking.

Rhaenys scowled and pushed past him, heading inside.  Daemon hurried after her, and she grabbed his hand the moment he caught up.

“Fucking hells, it’s huge,” Rhaenys said, waving her torch around to her to try and see further.

“If it is a former dragon lair, then it would have been made by one of them,” Daemon said. “Their fire could melt rock so they could make a place like this into whatever they wanted.”

“It looks haphazard,” Rhaenys said, palming the rough stone wall in front of her. “It could be natural.”

“Even if it were originally made by a dragon, it’s been over a century since the last one lived here,” Daemon said, “nature would have taken its course.”

“If the Iron Throne is any indication, they weren’t particularly skilled interior decorators anyway,” Rhaenys remarked, making him laugh.

“Hey, Balerion worked really hard on that eyesore,” Daemon said, earning a giggle.

“It’s not any worse than what my Balerion has done in the past,” Rhaenys said. “I had a bedcurtain that he tore to shreds once.”

“Where is that vicious beast?” Daemon asked. “I actually remember him, but I haven’t seen him more than once or twice since I returned.”

“You remembered him, but not Dragonstone?” Rhaenys asked.

“You named a cat after the largest, most incredible dragon in our family’s history; of course I remembered him,” Daemon replied.

“He’s getting old, I’m afraid,” Rhaenys said sadly. “He’s a stubborn old cunt, and I figure he has a few years left in him, but he’s slowed down a lot.”

Daemon wrapped an arm around her shoulder and, reaching out with his other hand, bumped his torch over a sharp bend in the wall.  Investigating, he saw a narrow path that looked to lead to another chamber.

“Well, this wasn’t made by a dragon,” Daemon said.

“Only one of us could squeeze through there at a time,” Rhaenys said.

“Ladies first,” Daemon said, grinning.

“Not on your life,” Rhaenys replied. “If I’m going through here, I’m making sure you fit first.”

“If you insist,” Daemon said.

Turning to his side, he led with his torch as he squeezed through the passage.  It wasn’t terribly tight, and he had no real difficulty managing it, but the way that the wall in front of him looked made Daemon think that this part of the cave might have at one point been wider.  Rhaenys followed a few steps after him, just far enough back that her torch wasn’t at risk of touching him.  When Daemon emerged on the other side, he took a quick look around by torchlight.

“I think this was all one long cave at some point,” he commented.

“What, you think that part we just got through caved in?” Rhaenys asked.

“A while ago, but aye,” Daemon murmured, looking at the walls to try and find another narrow passageway.

“That’s comforting,” Rhaenys said, scowling.

“My Prince, Princess!” one of their guards called out. “None of us can fit through this area in our armor.”

“Stay where you are, then,” Daemon said. “This area seems like a dead end, so we’re just going to look around and head back.”

“I don’t like the idea of being unable to reach you, Prince Daemon,” the man said.

“We’ll be alright,” Daemon said. “Look around and make sure there aren’t any threats lurking around out there.”

“Threats?” Rhaenys asked quietly.

“I just want them to leave us alone for a while,” Daemon said.

“Daemon, every noise we make in here would echo,” Rhaenys said, stepping back.

“Then we had best be quiet,” Daemon rumbled, stepping right up to her.

“That’s...wait, what was that?” Rhaenys asked, looking behind him.

“I imagine we’re alone,” Daemon said.

“I know that, but something glittered under the torchlight,” Rhaenys said, snaking around him and rushing to the wall behind them.

“It’s probably just dragonglass,” Daemon said. “These caves are full of the stuff.”

“It didn’t look like...here!” Rhaenys exclaimed, waving her torch over a small opening in the bottom of the cave wall.

Sure enough, there was something inside the small hole that the torchlight was reflecting off of.  Whatever it was, there were multiple colors to it, so it was unlikely to be the black glass that was so abundant on Dragonstone.

“I’ll get a closer look,” Daemon said, descending to his knees and holding his torch just inside the opening. “I think it might be a dragon egg.”

“What!?” Rhaenys exclaimed. “There hasn’t been a new egg found in decades.  How in the seven hells would it have gotten there?”

“Either it was placed there by someone, or this cave used to be larger,” Daemon said, reaching inside the opening. “Fuck!  I think it’s just out of reach.”

“Stretch further,” Rhaenys said petulantly.  When he gave her an incredulous look, she scoffed and said, “look, you dragged me out here hoping to fuck me in a cave of all things; the least you can do is give me a big, shiny dragon egg.  If you get it for me, you can do whatever filthy, depraved thing you had in mind, and I won’t complain.”

“I’m beginning to detect a pattern in our relationship,” Daemon said dryly, “and I can already do whatever I want to you.”

“Please!!!” Rhaenys begged, giving him her best innocent look.

“Just how effective are those doe eyes of yours with Father?” Daemon asked.

“Very,” Rhaenys replied. “Come now, Daemon; you would be the first Targaryen to bring a dragon egg back to the Red Keep since the reign of the Good King.”

“Fine,” Daemon sighed, reaching in again.  He stretched as far as he could until his arm was buried to the shoulder in the opening, only to curse again. “It’s no use.  I can reach the fucking thing, but not enough to get a grip on it, and there’s no way that I’m fitting both arms inside here.  You might be able to, though.”

“No way,” Rhaenys said.

“Come now, Rhaenys; you would be the first Targaryen to bring a dragon egg back to the Red Keep since the reign of the Good King,” Daemon said with a smirk.

“Ass,” Rhaenys sighed, shaking her head. “Fine, get out of the way, and I’ll give it a try.”

Getting onto her hands and knees, Rhaenys reached into the opening and discovered that, though her arms weren’t long enough, she could actually fit her head and shoulders in.

“The only way I’m getting that egg, or eggs; there might actually be more than one, is if I reach in deep,” Rhaenys said. “Hold onto me and be prepared to drag me out, because once I’ve dislodged an egg, I won’t be able to push myself out.”

“I can do that,” Daemon said, peering down at her wide hips and full, round arse that looked incredible in her riding leathers.

As she reached all the way into the opening, Daemon heard her struggling to loosen the egg from its prison and set his torch next to hers on the ground before wrapping his arms around her thighs.

“Pull!” Rhaenys exclaimed, and Daemon did, carefully dragging her out of the opening.

When she emerged, it was with a large, warm egg in her hands.  She hurried over to where the torches lay and cried out in triumph as she saw what she had in her hands.

“It really is a dragon egg,” Daemon said as he got a better look at their prize.  In the limited light of the torches, it appeared mostly black, but Daemon saw a few hints that it was actually a deep, dark blue with little swirls of white.

“I felt two more down there,” Rhaenys said.

“Seriously?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Rhaenys replied, setting the egg down by the torches. “I’m going back, so be ready to pull me out again.”

“Of course,” Daemon said.

Rhaenys reached back in and seemed to have an easier time with the second egg, spending less than a minute inside the opening before she called for him to pull her out.  That egg looked like it was made of amethyst and was placed down by the first one before Rhaenys went back for the final of the three.  It was more firmly lodged inside the hole, and she spent a few minutes struggling with it.

“Son of a whore!” she yelled in frustration.

The tight space of the small opening muffled her yell, and between that and how enticing her arse looked as it wiggled with her struggling, Daemon got an idea.  First removing her belt, he made quick work of exposing her arse to the air.

“Daemon!” she exclaimed.

“I can barely hear you,” Daemon said, “which means that the guards outside won’t be able to hear us fuck unless you’re exceptionally loud.”

He lowered his face to her cunt, spread her legs, and gave her a long lick.

“You fucking asshole,” Rhaenys moaned as he continued lapping at her dripping slit.

“Do you want me to stop?” Daemon asked.

“Don’t you dare!” Rhaenys exclaimed.

Chuckling, Daemon returned to eating her out, delighting in the soft little sounds of pleasure she started making.

“You’re so bloody good at that!” Rhaenys cried as he swirled his tongue around her clit. “Just a little more, just a little...ugh...I’m so fucking clo...Daemon!”

Daemon chuckled as he backed away from her, licking his lips and lowering his breeches just enough to free his cock.

“Daemon I swear to the gods, if you don’t finish what you started, I’m going to shove your balls down your...FUCK!” Rhaenys screamed as he buried himself to the hilt inside her dripping, wet cunt.

“You were saying?” Daemon asked.

“Fuck me, Daemon!” Rhaenys demanded.

“I would never deny a princess such a request,” Daemon said mockingly as he started fucking her.

She took him more easily that time than she had the first night, and being so slick, he managed to move within her without difficulty.  Their guards wouldn’t wait forever to start asking after them, and he really didn’t want one of them to take off their armor and come looking for them, so this couldn’t be a drawn-out affair like their first night together.

“Harder!” Rhaenys cried. “Fuck me harder; I’m so close!”

Daemon’s hips were a blur as he worked to finish them both off, fucking her so hard that his heavy balls were slapping her clit with each thrust.  Her moans turned to screams as the pressure built rapidly within her, and Daemon was glad for the muffling effect of the tight space she was stuck in.

“More, more, more!” Rhaenys screamed, sounding out of her mind with pleasure.

Daemon reached under her to stroke her clit and she came undone with a screech.  Her tight tunnel started quivering and spasming around his length, and he let go, groaning as he flooded her depths with his seed.  He leaned against the cave wall as his orgasm hit, enjoying having the added support.

“Yes!” Rhaenys cried as he pulled out.

“Did you cum again?” Daemon asked, confused.

“No, I didn’t cum again,” Rhaenys panted. “I came so hard...that I pulled the egg out.  Pull me out of here.”

“Give me a minute,” Daemon said.

“Daemon, only one of us is buried head first in a tiny little cave opening,” Rhaenys said. “Pull me out!”

Daemon rolled his eyes, crawled over to her, tugging until she emerged with a snow white egg in her hands.

“Are you two alright?” one of the guards called out. “We heard noises.”

“We found dragon eggs,” Daemon called back.

“Dra...dragon eggs?” the man called back, sounding shocked. “How?”

“Well, when a dragon and a dragoness love each other very much…” Rhaenys muttered to herself.

“We don’t actually know that for sure,” Daemon chuckled.  Calling out to the guards, he said, “they must have been down here all this time.  We’ll each take one back now, and then I’ll return for the third one.”

“We’ll await you and the Princess, my Prince,” the guard said.

“Father’s going to be thrilled,” Rhaenys commented as she got dressed.

“Provided he never gets the full story,” Daemon said, doing the same.

Rhaenys just snorted and grabbed the blue egg and her torch.

*****

Day four

“You really must see the water gardens some time,” Rhaenys said as she settled back against Daemon in the tub. “It’s the most beautiful part of Dorne.”

“I somehow imagine I wouldn’t be that popular in Dorne,” Daemon said dryly.

“If you were with me, no one would say anything,” Rhaenys said.

“Such a fierce little thing you are,” Daemon snorted.

“Egg and I are beloved in Dorne,” Rhaenys said. “With either of us or with Mother, the Dornish would mind their tongues, and none would dare do more than speak at any rate.”

Their mother had always been kinder to Daemon than most would have expected, given everything.  She had apparently made it clear to her brothers, including the mercurial and dangerous Red Viper, that he was not to be blamed for anything and that any harm that befell him would be dealt with most harshly.

“What did you spend all day doing, anyway?”  Rhaenys asked.

“After I wrote Father to let him know about the eggs, I remembered that I had a few documents that I wanted to get through,” Daemon said.

“So you spent all day looking at scrolls and likely musty tomes instead of having fun with me?” Rhaenys asked, pouting.

“I’m sure you managed to amuse yourself,” Daemon said.

“You’re not wrong,” Rhaenys said. “I just expected you to take advantage of the fourth day.”

“Oh, I intend to,” Daemon said. “Why do you think we’re bathing together?”

“I imagine that fucking in a bath will be messy, but if you want,” Rhaenys said.

“We’re not fucking here,” Daemon said. “We’re heading back to the Red Keep tomorrow.  Father already got back to us and wants to see the eggs, and there’s one thing that I specifically wanted to come here to do.”

“Ah,” Rhaenys said, getting out of the tub. “If you insist, then we can go have sex on the painted table.  Why did we have to bathe first?”

“You’ll see,” Daemon said ominously, getting out of the tub as well.  Rhaenys’ eyes were immediately drawn to the cock hanging halfway down his thigh, and Daemon smirked. “Head over to the chamber now; I’ll meet you there in a moment.”

Rhaenys gave him a look but said nothing.  He clearly had something planned beyond just fucking her on the painted table, but she had enjoyed her time with him so far and trusted that whatever was going through that perverted mind of his would be fun.

Getting dried and dressed quickly, Rhaenys made her way to the chamber of the painted table.  Lit torches and candles filled the room, allowing her to see the table that took up most of it.  She had been in there before, and it never failed to impress her.  The intricate carving of the table was as fine as any map she had ever seen.  Running her hands over the rough edges of Dorne, it occurred to her just how easy this part in particular would have been to fuck up.

“This is as close as I’m likely to get to fucking you in each of the Seven Kingdoms,” Daemon remarked as he entered the room. “Even if we had dragons, that still would have been difficult to pull off in a week.”

Rhaenys laughed and sat up on the table, opening her legs to reveal that she had no small clothes on under her dress, though he would have already known.

“I trust we won’t be disturbed,” she said.

“At this hour, it would be unlikely,” Daemon replied, “but I impressed upon the guards that this area was to be left alone tonight.”

“Good,” Rhaenys said.  Eyeing the bottle in his hands, she asked, “what’s that?”

“A surprise for later,” Daemon replied, setting whatever it was down by the North. “Come.”

She met him by the Westerlands, and he picked her up like she weighed nothing.  Setting her down on the table, he kissed her passionately, exploring her mouth with his talented tongue.  She responded in kind, wrapping her arms around his neck and teasing his tongue with her own.  Her legs parted immediately, and he ground himself against her.

“Fuck,” Rhaenys whimpered as he buried his face in the crook of her neck.  They’d had each other less than a dozen times, and he already knew her body like the back of his hand.

“I hope you didn’t do this up too well,” Daemon murmured in her ear as he worked to get her dress off of her.

“Only as much as I...ugh...I needed to,” Rhaenys moaned. “Pent up as you seem, despite everything; you’d have ripped the damn thing, you brute.”

“I’d replace it if I did,” Daemon chuckled, pulling her dress down past her full breasts. “Fuck, if I don’t prefer you naked, though.”

“The Red Keep can get a bit drafty,” Rhaenys said flatly.

“I’d keep you warm,” Daemon promised. “Turn around.”

She grinned at him and got off of the table, turning around and pushing her round ass against his hard, covered length.

“Is this how you plan to take me, Valonqar?” Rhaenys asked, her voice full of mischief. “Half naked, with my breasts against Castamere?”

“The tits of Castamere would be a very different song,” Daemon laughed as he finished undressing her.  Sinking to his knees and spreading her full asscheeks wide, he said, “It’s a pity the moon’s not out tonight.  I would have loved to see your arse in its light.”

“Such a poET!” Rhaenys shrieked. “Daemon, what the fuck?”

“What?” Daemon asked, swirling his tongue around her puckered asshole. “Why do you think I wanted to bathe with you first?  Much as you smell fucking divine generally and I trust you to be clean, I’d never lick an asshole that I hadn’t washed myself.”

“By the gods, you fucking degenerate!” Rhaenys moaned, clawing at the table as sensations she had never known coursed through her body. “Why does that feel so good?”

Daemon didn’t respond but just continued licking her, making her lose her mind.  Her cunt was outright dripping by then, covering his chin with her fluids.

“W...wait,” Rhaenys stuttered, reaching for the bottle Daemon had brought with him to examine it. “Is this oil?”

“Yes, it is,” Daemon said, standing up and removing his breeches.

“Daemon, there is no way in the seven hells that you’ll fit back there!” Rhaenys said frantically. “I’ve never had a finger in my ass and you’re as big as a...fuck!”

Daemon buried himself to the hilt in her sopping cunt in one thrust, grabbing the bottle of oil from her hands.

“We don’t have to if you really don’t want to, but I am going to stretch out your arsehole just in case,” he said. “As for my size, you know that I can take my time and be careful.”

“You say, as you split me in half!” Rhaenys snarled.

“Your cunt can take me well by now,” Daemon rumbled in her ear, making her shiver. “I daresay that you’ll crave me before long.”

Rhaenys moaned and thrust herself back against him.  She didn’t want to respond to that because she was beginning to think the same thing.  He just felt so fucking good inside her and made her feel so unbelievably full.  As scared as she was by the idea of taking him in her tightest hole, part of her wondered if that fullness that she loved so much would be even more intense there.  When he started rubbing an oiled finger around the tight ring of her ass, she cried out.

“You’re so sensitive here,” Daemon said teasingly. “How many fingers do you think you can take?”

“I have no bloody idea!” Rhaenys cried, feeling an oh-so-familiar tension building inside her. “I’ve never even...thought of that.”

“Really?” Daemon asked. “Between the Sand Snakes, Arianne, and the whores you fuck, I would have expected one of them to put the idea in that beautiful head of yours.”

Without another word, Daemon pushed the oiled finger inside her to the first knuckle, and Rhaenys cried out.  On its own, that might not have done much for her, but having him put even a little bit of one of his thick fingers inside while he was stretching her cunt to the limit felt fucking amazing.

“How’s that feel?” Daemon asked smugly.

Rhaenys thought about replying defiantly and seeing how he’d react, but she didn’t want him to take the damn thing out and just whimpered, “good.”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Daemon said, pushing the finger further inside her.

He was fucking her at a measured pace, hard enough that she felt her orgasm building rapidly, but slowly enough to that he was clearly focused on her ass.

“How long have you...gods...wanted to fuck my ass?” Rhaenys asked.

“Since I first laid eyes on it after returning to the capital,” Daemon replied, sinking the last of his finger inside her hot, incredibly tight asshole.

“Harder, Daemon,” Rhaenys moaned. “Gods, that feels so good!”

Daemon held the finger inside her, letting her get used to the mild stretch, and picked up his pace, fucking her harder and faster.  Rhaenys grabbed at the table as the sensations grew more and more intense, the pressure in her core reaching a breaking point.  When Daemon brought his free hand down on her ass hard enough to make the sound echo through the room, it was too much.

“Daemon!” Rhaenys screamed as she came.

The feeling of her tight ring squeezing around his finger made Daemon eager to feel it around his cock.  As she was writhing in pleasure, he pulled his finger out of her asshole and pushed a second, equally oiled finger in to the second knuckle.

“Fuck!” Rhaenys grunted, still panting for breath. “Even...your fingers...are large.”

“Considering what they’re preparing you for, that’s not a bad thing,” Daemon said. “How does this feel?”

“It’s burning a bit, but it’s not too bad,” Rhaenys replied. “just keep moving slowly.”

“I will,” Daemon promised.

This was the kind of thing that you could ruin forever for a woman if you fucked it up, and that was the last thing he wanted to do to her.  He slowly worked his two thick fingers in and out of her arsehole and started fucking her again.  When he felt that she had relaxed enough, he added a third finger, adding more of the oil.

“Fuck me, that’s actually starting to feel good,” Rhaenys grunted, her cheek pressed against the table.

“I think you’re just about ready,” Daemon said.  When he felt her tense, he added, “my cock isn’t thicker than these three fingers, so you’re already stretched enough.”

“Alright,” Rhaenys sighed, groaning as he pulled his cock out of her cunt. “Do it.”

He carefully coated his cock with the oil, keeping his fingers inside her asshole as he did.  Once it was ready, he pulled his fingers out and placed the bulbous head of his cock against her gaping hole.  He had stretched her well, but he still had to push inside her.  After a couple failed attempts, the head of his cock popped inside.

“Holy fuck!” Rhaenys gasped. “Gods, you feel so much bigger!”

“Are you alright?” Daemon asked, gritting his teeth at the feeling of being inside her.  The heat of her was incredible.

“Ye...yes!” Rhaenys cried.

The pleasure of being stretched wide by his massive cock was tinged with pain from the burning feeling that came with it.  Wen Daemon pushed more of his cock inside her, and she slapped the table in front of her.  Her body was fire, her senses alight from the intensity of what she was feeling.  She forced herself to hold still, trusting him to be careful.

“Fucking hells...you’re part...horse,” Rhaenys stammered, making him snort.

“You feel like a molten vice,” Daemon groaned, pushing more of his cock inside her.  Inch by inch, he conquered her asshole, spreading her so wide that she feared she’d never close again.  When, finally, his hips were pressed against her plush arse, he just held himself against her trembling body, leaning down to kiss her neck.

“Gah, oh, ah,” Rhaenys whimpered, seemingly beyond words.

“Just try to relax,” Daemon whispered unhelpfully.

“When we’re...done...I can put my...fist up your ass and see how well you relax,” Rhaenys hissed.

“I’m not that big,” Daemon laughed.

“Certainly fucking feel like it,” Rhaenys said, breathing deeply.

She slowly calmed her overtaxed body until the trembling stopped and her vice-tight asshole relaxed around him just a little.

“Better?” Daemon asked.

“Yes,” Rhaenys said. “I think you can move.”

Daemon pulled half of his cock out of her and pushed it back inside carefully, making her grunt.  Much to her surprise, not only could he move freely inside her, despite how oversized he was, but it actually felt good.  As he slowly worked up to a rhythm, it was so intense that it still bordered on painful, but the pleasure far outweighed that.

“Nnnggaahh” Rhaenys screamed as one particularly hard thrust made her see a flash of white light.

“Fucking hells,” Daemon growled, digging his fingers into her hips so hard that he was going to leave bruises. “Nothing’s ever felt this good.”

Rhaenys smirked at that, but she was too overwhelmed to think of a witty comment.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” she cried.  Daemon had started fucking her hard enough that his balls were slapping her cunt on each thrust, and she was losing her mind.

All her life, Rhaenys had been treated with a degree of reverence, like the princess that she was. That reverence extended to the bedroom, as, of her previous lovers, only Arianne had a similar title, and even she ranked lower.  She had never been truly dominated, never known what it was like to truly be fucked like a whore.  This was that: her giant, brutish Valonqar was dominating her in every sense of the word, and it was making her mind melt.

“Harder!” she screamed, banging her fist on the Vale as her legs began to shake and her toes began to curl.

“Fuck, you’re actually going to cum,” Daemon said, his voice full of wonder.

“Ugh...yes!” Rhaenys screamed, her whole body drawn as taut as a bowstring.

The idea that she was going to cum with his cock in her ass seemed to drive Daemon wild, and he picked up his pace, brutally fucking her into the table.  She pushed back against him, meeting his every brutal thrust as she raced towards her climax.  She was seeing flashes of light every time he bottomed out inside her and her breaths were coming in so short and fast that she feared she might hyperventilate.  At last, the dam burst, and she squealed at the top of her lungs as she came.

“Fuck!” Daemon groaned as she squirted all over his balls.

He had been holding himself back for the last few minutes, and the feeling of her painfully tight asshole clenching and fluttering around him was too much.  He came hard, flooding her rearranged guts with his seed as rope after rope of his shot from his cock.  Collapsing on top of her as his orgasm abated, he barely managed to catch himself on his forearms and keep from crushing her.  Her sweaty back pressed against his chest, and he buried his face in her damp hair, inhaling her scent as he gasped for breath.

“By the gods!” he gasped when he finally regained the ability to speak.  Rhaenys just grunted in reply, too spent and exhausted to say much.  Daemon pulled his softening cock out of her gaping asshole and rolled onto his back.  They might not have been the first Targaryens to fuck on the painted table, but they might have been the first ones to do that.