To Crown a Princess Chapter 3 (Patreon)

Day 5

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...FUCK YOU!” Rhaenys screamed in fury as Daemon backed away again, laughing openly. “I swear to all the gods, I will kill you if you don’t make me cum right now!”

Daemon laughed even harder at her threat, earning the most venomous glare he had ever seen in his life.  The pair of them had arrived back from Dragonstone a few hours earlier.  Their father and the rest of the court had been quite impressed with their surprising find, and the pair of them had been forced to endure their praise when all either wanted was to retreat to his chambers.

Rhaenys had her own reasons for wanting that, but in his case, it was because he desperately wanted to get started on what he had planned for the fifth day of his week.  She had initially been intrigued by the idea of being stripped down and tied to the posts of his bed by silk scarves.  Being so vulnerable didn’t do it for her on its own, but the promise of more pleasure than she had ever experienced in her life certainly did.  Daemon had, of course, neglected to inform her that the pleasure would come from being denied over and over again until she was nearly in tears.

“Daemon, please,” Rhaenys begged, her voice reduced to a pitiful whine. “Please, I need to cum so badly.”

“I know you do,” Daemon said tenderly, stroking her bare thigh and stopping just short of her overflowing cunt. “When you cum, and you will soon, it will be greater than anything you’ve ever experienced, I promise.”

“I want it now!” Rhaenys cried, sounding every bit like the petulant, spoiled princess that she was.

Looking down at her, he could see the depths of her need written all over her.  Her entire gorgeous body was covered in a sheen of sweat, and her wet, needy cunt had already soaked the bedding under her.  She was shaking from head to toe, her whole body as taut as a bowstring, as he kept her plateaued at the very edge of ecstasy.

“Such a needy, demanding thing you are,” Daemon chuckled, kissing his way down her leg.

When he reached her foot, he took her big toe between his lips, sucking gently on the digit.  Rhaenys’s purple eyes shone with fury at being teased further, even as she whimpered at the sensation.  He continued teasing her foot for about a minute before switching to the other one and doing the same.  Her quivering got worse as the unfamiliar but pleasant feeling kept her right on the edge of orgasm.  When he finished with it, he kissed his way back along the other leg until his face was buried between her thighs again.

“Gods above, I could sup from her cunt forever,”Daemon thought to himself as he parted her soaked folds with his long, dexterous tongue.

“Yesyesyesyes,” Rhaenys babbled, tugging at the scarves binding her arms to the bed as she soared towards her long-denied peak.  Just when Daemon thought that another swipe of his tongue would push her over the edge, he backed away again, and Rhaenys snapped. “NO!”

Her exclamation came in one long frustrated, wail as she began weeping openly.  She didn’t threaten him or beg as she had been for the better part of an hour now, as she was so frustrated that she was beyond words.  Sensing that he had taken things as far as he could, Daemon pushed two fingers inside her quivering hole, hooking them up to press against the rough patch inside her that he knew would push her over the edge as he wrapped his lips around her throbbing clit.  With her so overstimulated to begin with, it barely took any effort to push her over the edge.

Rhaenys let out a wordless scream that the entire Red Keep likely heard as she came harder than she ever had in her life.  Her back arched completely off the bed, and a geyser of her fluids gushed all over Daemon’s face.  He continued rubbing that little spot inside her as she convulsed in pleasure, her whole body convulsing more than he had ever seen.

“Dae...Dae...Daegah!” Rhaenys screamed again as her orgasm seemed to hit her a second time.

More fluids gushed from her convulsing cunt, and Daemon grinned at the deluge, making a note to pour her a cup of water once he untied her.  The euphoria continued to overwhelm her in waves that seemed like they wouldn’t end, though they eventually did.  Rhaenys collapsed onto the bed and started sobbing.  Seeing what was happening, Daemon quickly untied her bindings and laid down next to her, pulling her in to rest her head on his chest as she kept crying.  He stroked her wet hair and trailed his fingers down her back comfortingly as he waited for her to relax.

“You...cunt,” Rhaenys panted when she finally recovered enough to speak, hitting his chest with her fist.  As weak as she was, he barely felt it.  “Thought...I...was gonna...die!”

“You’re alright, Rhaenys,” Daemon reassured her, scratching her scalp as she panted for breath on his chest. “I promise.”

“Fuck me,” Rhaenys sighed, sounding like she didn’t believe what she had just experienced.

“When you’re feeling better,” Daemon replied with a smirk.

Rhaenys struggled to raise herself on her arm and look down at him, a look on her face he couldn’t quite figure out.

“Get me something to drink first,” she said, rolling onto her back and draping an arm over her forehead.

Daemon got up and poured her a cup of water, which she drank down in seconds.  Once it was done and she had placed the cup aside, she opened her legs and cocked an eyebrow at him for a moment before peering down at his rock-hard cock.

“Well?” Rhaenys asked.

Daemon just smirked and moved between her legs, eager to have his fill of her again.

*****

Day 6

“How’s your arse doing?” Daemon asked.

“It’s closed up, at least,” Rhaenys replied snottily. “It’s still sore, though.  Don’t think I’m letting you anywhere near it today or tomorrow.”

“You seemed to like it well enough in the moment,” Daemon said with a grin.

“I liked having to make up an excuse for why I couldn’t sit without a fucking pillow less,” Rhaenys snarled.

“Yes, telling Father that you slipped and fell on your arse back in Dragonstone wasn’t your most inspired lie,” Daemon said, earning a glare from her.  Changing the subject, he said, “I can’t believe that I didn’t know about this tunnel.”

“Like I said, I wouldn’t have either if I didn’t see some pious old cunt from the Reach; I honestly don’t recall which, walk in here,” Rhaenys said. “It’s well hidden too.  I wouldn’t have expected a stable of all things to have a hidden passageway leading to Chataya’s.”

“The construction doesn’t look that old,” Daemon commented, bringing his torch closer to the wall to inspect it. “It’s remarkably well made too.  This wasn’t cheap.”

“So you’re saying that it could have been dug during Father’s reign?” Rhaenys asked.

“I’d say Grandfather’s at the earliest,” Daemon replied.

“Hmm, I wonder,” Rhaenys mused to herself.

“Oh?” Daemon asked.

“Have you had the pleasure of fucking Marei?” Rhaenys asked.

“The tiny blonde?” Daemon asked.  When Rhaenys nodded, he said, “aye, I have a time or two.  She’s small enough that I can bounce her on my cock with ease, and she can actually take the whole thing.  She’s a lot of fun.”

“Well, I was just thinking that she’s blonde, green-eyed, and was likely born in the final years of Grandfather’s reign,” Rhaenys said, looking over at him in obvious amusement.

“You don’t think…” Daemon went to ask.

“It would make sense,” Rhaenys laughed. “He’d have still been Hand at the time, and I could absolutely see him be the sort of man who would think he was too good to be seen entering a brothel.”

“It would explain the quality of the construction, too,” Daemon murmured. “He’s nothing if not wealthy, after all.”

Rhaenys just laughed harder and wrapped her arms around his free one as he continued to lead them through the tunnel.  As they finally arrived at the brothel, Rhaenys pulled her cloak around herself to obscure her face.  Chataya noticed them the moment they entered.

“Welcome, you two,” she said, trying to be discreet.

“Chataya!” Daemon said. “You’re looking beautiful as ever.”

Chataya laughed. “I thought you were here for Alayaya.”

“I can’t enjoy both?” Daemon asked, his voice low and rumbling.

“That costs a great deal more,” Chataya said.

“We did write ahead,” Rhaenys said, amused by the byplay, “or at least, he said he did.”

“Yes, Pri...milady,” Chataya said. “My daughter awaits you in the large room, freshly bathed and looking forward to you.”

“Perfect,” Rhaenys said, practically vibrating with anticipation.

“Prince Daemon?” a voice came.  The two of them looked over to see a redhead with very generous curves coming towards them.

“Dancy,” Daemon said.

“I don’t suppose I could tempt you with a night of fun for you and your lady…” Dancy trailed off as she drew close enough to notice who Rhaenys was. “Oh.  A thousand pardons.  If you two are here together, it must be for something specific.”

“They are,” Chataya said. “Go see to the young lordling who just wandered in with his guards, Dancy, and not a word about this, you hear?”

“Yes, Chataya,” Dancy said, wandering off.

“More tits than brains, that one,” Rhaenys whispered in his ear.

“Aye, but what a pair,” Daemon replied as Chataya led them upstairs.

He spotted Marei on the way and couldn’t shake the thought that she might very well have been Tywin Lannister’s daughter.  He heard Rhaenys snort and figured that she was thinking the same thing, and was equally amused.  As they reached the room Chataya had set up for them, they saw Alayaya waiting for them, completely naked.  Her and Chataya spoke in the language of the Summer Isles for a moment before the older woman excused herself.

“I must admit, I’ve been looking forward to this all day,” Alayaya said. “Two of my favorite regulars at once?  What a treat!”

“I’ve never had reason to fear it before, but I have to emphasize that we are counting on your discretion, Yaya,” Rhaenys said.

“Because you two are together?” Alayaya asked.  When they both nodded, she said, “I know that your family arranges things like this.  I may not understand it, but you don’t have to worry about me telling anyone.”

“Good,” Rhaenys said, eyeing the whore up and down. “I see you got ready without us.”

“When dealing with a man like the prince, it pays to prepare, Princess,” Alayaya said, opening her thighs to show that her cunt was wet.

“Wonderful,” Rhaenys said, “come help us undress.”

“Actually,” Daemon interjected. “I want you to stay there.  Lay back and play with your pretty little cunt while we undress each other.”

Rhaenys’ eyes lit up with excitement. “That’s a great idea.  Don’t finish, though.”

Daemon pulled Rhaenys in for a kiss, and she melted into him.  After nearly a week of mind-melting sex, they were both well practiced in unleashing their passions on each other.  Rhaenys made short work of Daemon’s doublet while he nearly tore off her cloak.  Spinning her around, he planted searing kisses down the column of her neck while pointing her at an openly masturbating Alayaya.

“Fuck, you look so wet,” Rhaenys moaned.

“With you two putting on a show like this, I can’t help it,” Alayaya sighed, rubbing her sex in lazy little circles while her large, dark eyes took in the spectacle of a prince and princess undressing each other.

Daemon pulled Rhaenys’ dress down past her large, full breasts, and Alayaya moaned at the sight as he cupped and kneaded the beautiful mounds.  Her dress hit the floor, followed quickly by her small clothes and then her knees as she turned around and got to work removing Daemon’s breeches.  His heavy cock nearly slapped her in the face as it sprung forth.

“Gods, you’re so big!” Rhaenys moaned as she fisted his cock.  Turning to Alayaya, she said, “come help me with him.”

Alayaya’s genuine desire was laid bare as she rushed over to them, sinking to her knees next to Rhaenys.  The princess pulled her favorite whore in for a kiss, and Daemon groaned at the sight.  Rhaenys’ eyes shot right to him, and she smirked even as she continued to kiss the Summer Islander.

“I think he likes watching us kiss,” Rhaenys murmured against the other woman’s lips.

“Is that true, my prince?” Alayaya asked.

“How could I not?” Daemon asked.

Rhaenys leaned in to whisper something in Alayaya’s ear, and she grinned in response.  The two women moved over to his cock until their faces were on either side of it, and then they leaned forward and kissed each side of it.

“Fuck me,” Daemon groaned.

The two women tried to kiss around his cock, or made it look like they were trying to, but as it was too thick for them to do that, all they ended up doing was kissing and licking the shaft instead.  It was one of the most sensual things Daemon had ever experienced, as the pair of them lazily made out with his cock and each other at the same time.

“Gods, that feels good,” he sighed.

“How much of this monster have you managed to take, Princess?” Alayaya asked. “It is larger than any of my toys.”

“Quite a bit,” Rhaenys said, giving Daemon a look that clearly told him to keep quiet. “What about you?”

“I’ve managed to swallow most of it,” Alayaya replied.

“How about we find out who can take more?” Rhaenys said.

“A contest?” Alayaya asked. “That sounds like fun.  What does the winner get?”

“First go at his cock?” Rhaenys suggested.

Alayaya just grinned. “Let’s say that we both get three tries, and the one to take him the deepest in the end wins.  Please go first; I wouldn’t presume to go before royalty.”

“Well, you shouldn’t,” Rhaenys said with a grin, taking Daemon’s cock in her hand and bringing the head to her lips.

She took him about halfway, teasing the underside of his cock with her tongue, and then pulled back.  Daemon cocked an eyebrow at her but said nothing.  He knew that she could swallow his entire cock, something that Alayaya could also do.  When the dark-skinned woman took Rhaenys’ place, she took him between her full lips and pushed down until just past the point where Rhaenys had stopped.  Holding back a laugh at the realization that the two of them had come to the same conclusion, he relaxed and let them carry out their little fake contest.

“Round one goes to me,” Alayaya said.

“This isn’t archery,” Rhaenys said. “It’s the final outcome that matters.”

“More a joust then,” Alayaya giggled. “The prince does have the lance for it.”

“You do know how to make a guy feel appreciated,” Daemon laughed.

Rhaenys just grinned and took him back into her sinful mouth.  Daemon groaned as she took him deep, stopping just a couple inches from the base.  Pulling back, she smirked at Alayaya, who looked completely unbothered.  She wasted no time swallowing his cock, bobbing her head up and down on his length, until finally her nose was buried in his pubic hair.  The feeling of her tight throat around his cock was aswonderful as it always was, and Daemon’s knees nearly buckled.

“I guess we won’t need all three rounds,” Alayaya said, looking supremely pleased with herself.

Rhaenys didn’t even bother replying, and just swallowed his cock instead, forcing herself down his length until she had sheathed the entire length between her lips.  Alayaya’s jaw dropped, and Daemon laughed at the expression on her face.

“I figured that you’d have an easier time than most with that, but I didn’t think you’d manage it so soon,” she said in awe.

Rhaenys let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and grinned smugly at the other woman. “I suppose that makes it a draw.”

“True,” Alayaya said. “So who gets to go first?”

“I think I get to decide now,” Daemon said. “Get down on all fours.  I want to fuck you while you eat Rhaenys out.”

“Yes, my prince,” Alayaya said, shuddering.

“I love it when you’re demanding,” Rhaenys purred in his ear.

She walked over to the bed, her hips swaying with every step, and perched herself down on the edge, opening her legs and revealing her wet cunt to them.  Alayaya crawled over to her princess, her incredibly large, round arse drawing his eye as she did.  Daemon had fucked her many times since he first came to this brothel and never failed to leave Chataya’s without taking her from behind, just so he could watch those dark cheeks jiggle with every thrust.

“Ahh, that’s it,” Rhaenys sighed as Alayaya began licking her glistening folds.

Daemon wasted no time joining them, lining himself up with Alayaya’s hot cunt and burying himself to the hilt.

“Oh gods!” Alayaya cried, only for Rhaenys to grab her head and pull her back down.

“I know my valonqar’s cock is incredible, but I’m not here just to watch him ruin you,” Rhaenys said, grinding herself on the other woman’s face.

Daemon sunk his fingers into the soft, yielding flesh of her hips and started fucking her in earnest.  Alayaya was well practiced at her craft and had taken care to prepare herself for him, so he didn’t need to hold back much starting out.  The Summer Islander’s muffled moans filled the room, joining the cacophony of pleasure all around them.

“Fucking hells, your tongue is a gift from the gods,” Rhaenys moaned.

Alayaya just laughed and grabbed Rhaenys’ hips to hold her steady as she continued to devour the other woman.  Daemon picked up his pace, reveling in the pleasure of the whore’s hot, silky cunt around his pistoning cock.  The sight of her fat arse rippling every time his hips smacked it was as entrancing as ever.

“Fuck me, we are doing this again,” Daemon groaned.

“Anytime you wish!” Alayaya cried. “Gods, but I love your cock!”

“Of course you do; it’s fucking perfect,” Rhaenys moaned as Alayaya wrapped her full lips around her clit and started gently sucking on the little nub.

“Careful now, I might think you like me,” Daemon teased.

“I...ugh...oh gods, right there, right there,” Rhaenys moaned as her legs started to shake.

“Rub the roof of her tunnel with your fingers,” Daemon said. “As close as she is, you’ll have her shrieking in seconds.”

Alayaya pushed two fingers inside Rhaenys and started rapidly pumping them in and out of her sweltering cunt.  Rhaenys screamed and threw her head back against the bedding as Alayaya found that spot inside her.  Her back arching off the bed, she went tense, babbling incoherently as she raced towards her peak, until finally she was pushed over the edge.

“FUCK!” Rhaenys screamed, her whole body convulsing as she came.

Alayaya pulled her fingers out and slurped up the other woman’s fluids eagerly as her orgasm continued.  Daemon felt his cock throb at the entrancing sight of his sister quivering in pleasure as the woman he was fucking ate her out and started fucking her harder and faster.

“Yes!” Alayaya cried. “More, more, please!”

“Are you saying you want me to fuck you harder?” Daemon asked teasingly as he felt his own orgasm approaching.

“Yes,” Alayaya ground out through gritted teeth. “Pound me until I forget my own name!”

“Do it,” Rhaenys panted as she recovered enough to sit up. “Fuck this lovely whore until she screams and fill her sweet cunt with your seed.  I would drink you from her.”

“Fucking hells, Rhaenys,” Daemon groaned.

Rhaenys just laughed and climbed out of bed, walking around them.  Alayaya’s staccato cries were growing louder and more desperate-sounding the more he fucked her.  Seeing Rhaenys kneel down next to them, Daemon looked over and cocked an eyebrow, only to get a simple wink in response.  She wet her fingers with her tongue and reached under Alayaya to start rubbing the other woman’s clit.

“Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods,” Alayaya moaned, burying her face in the bed.  Her hips were a blur as she threw her incredible arse back at him again and again, the sound of their bodies meeting filling the air.

“Her toes are starting to clench,” Rhaenys said. “Are you getting close?”

“Yes!” Alayaya yelled, her body starting to shake.

“Make her squeal, Daemon,” Rhaenys whispered in his ear.

He felt her reach behind him, getting perilously close to his arsehole, and was about to say something when he felt her press a knuckle against the spot between it and his balls, and his words died in his throat.  Groaning at the sudden, strange pleasure, he bucked his hips against Alayaya, fucking her harder and faster as his peak approached quickly.  Rhaenys started rubbing Alayaya’s clit harder, and Daemon heard and felt her cum mere seconds before he joined her in bliss.

“GODS, YES!” Alayaya squealed, squirting all over the pair of them as her orgasm thundered through her.

Daemon practically roared as he came as well, filling her to the brim with his seed.  He knew that the whores around here drank moon tea as often as they could and didn’t fear spilling his seed where he wished inside the brothel, though if one of the whores there actually was Tywin Lannister’s daughter, it might have been prudent to make certain that he left no unintended gifts behind.  Alayaya collapsed forward as her orgasm ended, and Daemon grabbed the bed to stop himself from crushing her.

“Pull out, Daemon,” Rhaenys commanded.

Daemon rolled his eyes and did so, climbing onto the bed to rest as he tried to catch his breath.  Rhaenys immediately buried her face in Alayaya’s arse, slurping up his cum from her gaping, leaking cunt.  The other woman just whimpered and groaned at the stimulation so soon after her mind-melting climax.

“Can’t say she isn’t a giving lover,” Daemon murmured as he brushed Alayaya’s curly black hair out of her face.

“Ye...oh fuck...yes,” Alayaya moaned.

“Fuck, you two taste so good together,” Rhaenys moaned, digging her fingers into Alayaya’s thick thighs as she continued feasting on her cunt.

Despite having just cum, Daemon felt his cock rapidly reharden at the sight of his sister drinking his seed from their shared lover.

“Lie on your back,” he said, making Rhaenys look up at him questioningly. “She can sit on your face while I fuck you.”

Rhaenys shuddered and said, “yes.”

She scrambled onto the bed, lying down next to Alayaya, who stood up.

“You really want me to use your face as a crown, Princess?” she asked.

Rhaenys’ eyes narrowed, though her lips twitched at the woman’s temerity. “Consider yourself lucky.”

“Oh, I do,” Alayaya said as she crawled into position.

“The gods took their time when they sculpted this ass,” Rhaenys sighed, cupping the other woman’s round cheeks as they hovered above her face.  A droplet of Daemon’s seed dripped from her still-leaking cunt onto Rhaenys’ lips, and she licked them eagerly.

“That’s not all they took their time with,” Daemon said, palming Alayaya’s breasts.

“They gave me beauty and the will to share it,” Alayaya said, lowering her cunt down onto Rhaenys’ mouth. “Fuck, if they didn’t give you a magnificent tongue too, though.”

“No argument here,” Daemon said.

He lined himself up and pushed inside Rhaenys, groaning at the familiar feeling of her snug cunt gripping him.  She moaned against Alayaya’s sex and wrapped her legs around his waist.  He had a feeling that they were going to spend a great deal of time with her going forward.  Luckily for them, they could more than afford it.

Day 7

“I’m so glad you’re here, Ari,” Rhaenys said as she welcomed her favorite cousin into her chambers.

“I’m just glad to finally be off the road,” Arianne said, shaking her head. “It’s unfortunate that we missed the tourney.  I hear your brother was fantastic.”

“Yes, he was,” Rhaenys sighed, looking away for a moment.

“I heard that he wore your colors too,” Arianne said with a knowing grin.

“He did,” Rhaenys said, giving nothing away.

“My father and uncle might not care of him, but I must admit that he’s very handsome,” Arianne said, “and so tall too.”

“All he would need is a widow’s peak, and he’d be your type exactly,” Rhaenys said, making Arianne blush.

“You swore that you’d never mention that!” she hissed.

“To anyone else,” Rhaenys laughed. “I said nothing about not teasing you with it.”

“You are cruel,” Arianne complained, though there was no actual anger in her voice. “Tell me, though, have you and Daemon grown close?”

“Closer than I would have expected,” Rhaenys admitted. “He only entered the tourney at all because I wanted him to beat Ser Loras.”

“Feuding with your future good-sister?” Arianne asked.

“Eh, not really,” Rhaenys said. “She was just getting on my nerves, so I decided to take her down a peg.  She only ended up sulking for a single day, though, so it’s not like I managed much.”

“And your dashing brother stepped in to help you out of the kindness of his heart?” Arianne asked.

“No,” Rhaenys said. “I ended up having to promise him something in return.”

“And what was that?” Arianne asked.

Rhaenys took a sip of her wine and waited until Arianne followed suit to reply, saying, “that he could do anything he wanted to me for a week.”

To her credit, Arianne didn’t spit out her wine, though she came close and glared at the grinning Rhaenys.

“I’ve clearly been a bad influence on you,” she joked. “So how was it?”

“Incredible,” Rhaenys sighed.

“Truly?” Arianne asked, looking intrigued.

“He’s better than I ever thought a man could be,” Rhaenys gushed. “It took him one night to learn my body better than I’ve ever known it, and since then, he’s damn near driven me mad with pleasure.  He’s attentive, giving, and so fucking adventurous.  I’ve been swimming in a sea of ecstasy all week.”

“How adventurous are we talking?” Arianne asked, leaning forward.

“He bent me over the painted table and fucked me in the ass until I squirted,” Rhaenys said, making Arianne’s jaw drop.

“He made you cum from that?” she asked, looking envious.

“It was a shock to me too,” Rhaenys said. “His cock is fucking monstrous, and I didn’t think it would even fit back there, much less feel good.  I still wince when I sit down, but gods, it felt amazing!”

Arianne fanned herself with her hand. “Have you two discussed marriage?”

“Not yet, though we probably should,” Rhaenys replied. “I doubt either one of us wants to stop fucking any time soon, if we keep it up, we’ll likely get caught eventually, and if we get caught we’ll be forced to wed so…”

“How romantic!” Arianne exclaimed sarcastically.

“I’m just being practical,” Rhaenys said snidely. “As for being his wife...I think I would enjoy it very much.”

“You’re positively smitten,” Arianne beamed.

“We’ve grown close these past few moons,” Rhaenys said. “I think it took a week of daily sex to make me realize just how much, though.”

“He’s fucked you every day this week?” Arianne asked.

“Yes,” Rhaenys said. “Today would have been the seventh day of it, but I’m actually going to promise him another day instead.  I’m too sore, and it will give us a couple quiet days to talk.”

“I must admit that I’m envious of you,” Arianne said. “Daemon sounds wonderful, at least in bed.”

“He’s a good man too,” Rhaenys said.

“I hope it works out.” Arianne said, smiling. “At least one of us will have a husband we enjoy.”

“What do you mean?” Rhaenys asked.

“Truth be told, if Aegon wasn’t set to marry Margaery Tyrell and secure the support of the Reach, Father would probably push for me to wed Daemon, if only to neutralize any threat he might pose to his half-brother,” Arianne said.

“Daemon would never…” Rhaenys went to reply angrily.

“I believe that,” Arianne cut her off, holding up her hands. “My father and uncle are not so trusting, however.  Daemon’s still a sore subject for them.  As I was saying, though, since Aegon’s reign seems so much more secure, Father’s looking to secure other ties to your family.”

“Who...Viserys?” Rhaenys asked.

“Mmhmm,” Arianne said, grimacing.

“But he doesn’t care for…” Rhaenys said.

“I know,” Arianne said. “A female heir set to wed a man who cares nothing for women.  I’m feeling rather Rhaenyrish just now.”

“Surely you don’t think that Quentyn or Trystane would ever try to supplant you,” Rhaenys said. “You would have our support in any case.”

“I would have the support of Dorne in any case,” Arianne insisted, “save perhaps, for the Yronwoods.  Father seems quite set on the match, though, and so I’m going to have to deal with the consequences.”

“I’m sorry, Ari,” Rhaenys said.

“We’re not all so lucky as to have easy matches within our family,” Arianne said. “Of course, I’d sooner throw myself from the Tower of the Sun than wed Quentyn, but if he looked anything like Daemon, I might be tempted.”

“Have you thought of who you’ll get to father your children?” Rhaenys asked, an idea forming in her mind.

“I only just got the news that this is all but arranged,” Arianne said. “The best I can think of is Gerold Dayne; he looks enough like a Targaryen, I suppose, but he’s a prideful cunt, and I don’t know if I could trust him to remain discreet.”

“What about Daemon?” Rhaenys asked.

“I…” Arianne trailed off as she considered what Rhaenys had just suggested. “You would allow that?”

“Of course,” Rhaenys said, brushing Arianne’s hair behind her ear with her fingers. “You’ve been my best friend all my life; you were my first lover, the one to teach me all about the pleasures of life.  Of course, I’d share my husband with you, provided that he wants to marry me.”

Arianne pulled Rhaenys in for a searing kiss and set her cup of wine down.  Rhaenys did the same and wrapped her arms around her cousin, pulling the other woman in and rolling her onto her back on the bed.

“I love you,” Arianne said, beaming up at Rhaenys. “Now we just need to get Daemon to see how incredible a future with you would be.”

“If the looks he’s been giving me these past couple days are any indication, it won’t be difficult,” Rhaenys said confidently, “and you’ve given me an idea for what I can do for him on the seventh day of our deal.”

“Oh?” Arianne asked.  When Rhaenys just cocked an eyebrow at her and stared down at her large breasts, she said, “oh.  If he’s half as good as you say, I’d be happy to join you two today.”

“Oh, trust me, Ari,” Rhaenys purred, “he’s good.  I actually expected him to come over by now.”

“I wonder where he is,” Arianne said.

*****

Daemon gulped as he approached his father’s solar.  He had little reason to think that the man would object to what he had to propose, but he imagined that approaching the father of a woman you were fucking and wanted more from would always be a daunting prospect.  He wasn’t sure where along the long, sex-filled week he had decided that he didn’t want it to end, but all he knew was that Rhaenys was like no one else he had ever had.

She was a demanding thing, spoiled, and prone to lashing out when she didn’t get her way, but gods if even that didn’t turn him on.  There was a fire in her, a passion that he hadn’t noticed until the moment she stripped down and promised herself to him if he won the tourney for her.  He wanted that fire and the softer, tenderer side that she showed when she was well pleased and sated.  He wanted her, and not just for a week, either.

“Come in,” his father called out the moment he knocked on the door.  As he entered, the man said, “ah, Daemon.  What brings you here?”

“There was something I wanted to discuss with you,” Daemon said.

“Oh?” Rhaegar asked, gesturing to the free chair in front of his desk.

Daemon sat down and took a deep breath. “I wanted to know if you had any plans regarding my future marriage.”

“As I’ve made clear to your siblings, though I will intervene if you take too long, you are all free to choose who you marry, within reason, of course,” Rhaegar said. “Why?  Do you have someone in mind?”

From the hint of a knowing smirk on his father’s face, Daemon figured that the man knew what he was going to say next but proceeded cautiously regardless. “What if we wanted each other?”

“I figured this was coming when you entered the tourney on her behalf,” Rhaegar said. “Have you two discussed marriage?”

“Not yet,” Daemon replied. “I just didn’t want to bring it up until I was sure that you wouldn’t object.”

“Marriages of this sort have been common in our family for generations immemorial,” his father said. “Just because I didn’t and Aegon hasn’t doesn’t mean that I oppose the idea.  Elia will be a harder sell, but if it is what Rhaenys wants, she’ll give in eventually.”

“Thank you,” Daemon said, feeling as though a weight came off of his shoulders.

“I hope you two are happy together,” Rhaegar said. “Once Summerhall’s reconstruction is done, you will be named the prince of it, so you two will have a keep, though I will expect you to spend most of your time here as you learn how to be your brother’s Hand.”

“Of course,” Daemon said.

“Good,” Rhaegar said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m only halfway through the latest report on our revenues for the year, and I need to finish it before the sun sets.”

“Alright,” Daemon said. “Thank you again, Father.”

Rhaegar just smiled and nodded, getting back to the report on his desk.  As Daemon closed the door to the solar behind him, he sighed in relief.  He hadn’t necessarily thought that his father would stand in his way, but he would be lying if he said that he didn’t feel as though a weight had been lifted off of his shoulders with the confirmation that he wouldn’t.  Now he just had to talk to Rhaenys and learn if he had stressed himself out over nothing or not.

He smiled to himself as he thought about the woman who had consumed his thoughts over the last week.  If he were honest with himself, he’d admit that that had been going on for far longer than a week, though.  When he had reunited with her, he’d been captivated almost instantly, though he hadn’t truly allowed himself to realize it.  Having spent so long in the North, his mind hadn’t immediately jumped to the possibility that he could actually pursue Rhaenys, so he simply acknowledged that she was one of the most beautiful women he had ever laid eyes on and left it at that.

As they got to know each other again, it seemed as though they hadn’t been apart, and they found that they could be effortlessly comfortable around each other.  Their similar senses of humor helped, he supposed, and so they had developed a close sibling relationship.  Then Rhaenys stripped naked, promised him that he could do whatever he wanted to her if he won a tourney for her, and spent the better part of a week fulfilling his every fantasy.

“It’s amazing how much something like that can change how you see a woman,”Daemon thought to himself with a grin.

Suddenly she wasn’t just who she was, but a woman he desired, and spending a week with her in his bed wasn’t nearly enough for him.  As he reached the door to her chambers, he found a guard outside who ushered him into the pseudo-solar that divided her bed chamber from the main hall without a word.

“Daemon,” Rhaenys said, jumping into his arms as soon as the door was closed.

He kissed her deeply, grabbing her arse with one hand and snaking another around her head as she wrapped her arms around him.  She whimpered against him and pulled back after a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Daemon asked.

“I’m a little sore,” Rhaenys said. “You’ve worn me rather ragged this week, and I’m afraid that I’ll have to put off the final day.”

“That’s fine,” Daemon said. “There’s actually something that I want to discuss with you.”

“There’s something I want to discuss with you as well,” Rhaenys said.

“Let me go first,” Daemon said. “Reconnecting with you over these past few moons has been great.  In many ways, it has seemed like we were never apart.  The way that we almost instantly seemed to understand each other was something that I had never experienced before.”

“I felt that too,” Rhaenys said, placing her hand on his, her big purple eyes looking up into his.

“This last week, though,” Daemon continued. “I’ve never felt anything like this.  Not just the sex, though that’s been magical, but…”

Daemon trailed off, unsure of how to word what he was thinking.

“It’s felt like we were of one mind,” Rhaenys said. “Even when you were doing your best to drive me mad, it still always felt like you knew exactly what I needed, even when I didn’t.”

“There’s something here,” Daemon said. “I hope I’m not the only one who feels it.”

“You aren’t,” Rhaenys said, ghosting her fingers over his face.

“I don’t want this to end,” Daemon said, “and we can’t just keep sleeping together behind everyone’s back.”

“No, we’ll be caught eventually,” Rhaenys agreed, “so I guess there’s only one way forward.”

Daemon felt his heart racing in his chest as he said, “I spoke to Father…”

“About what?” Rhaenys asked, sounding alarmed.

“About how, when we found those dragon eggs, I pulled your riding leathers down and fucked you until you screamed into the tunnel,” Daemon said sarcastically. “I just asked him if he’d be willing to let us marry.”

“What did he say?” Rhaenys asked.

“That if it’s what we wanted, he’d support us,” Daemon said. “So, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Rhaenys exclaimed, kissing him again.  He felt her melt into his arms and couldn’t keep the ear-to-ear smile off of his face.

“That was adorable!” a voice called out from her bed chamber. “Could you let him know your part?”

“Um, who’s that?” Daemon asked.

“You know how I said that I was too sore to fuck today?” Rhaenys asked, leading him by the hand towards the door to her bed chamber.

“Yes,” Daemon said, wondering what she had arranged.

“Well, since I promised you a week and this is the last day of it, I thought that I’d arrange a surprise for you in my stead,” Rhaenys said, opening the door.

What Daemon found inside made his jaw drop.  There were only two women he had ever met who matched Rhaenys in beauty.  One was their aunt Daenerys, whose Valyrian looks were awe-inspiring, and the other was lying naked on Rhaenys’ bed.  Arianne Martell, the sultry, olive-skinned heiress of Dorne, was one of the first people he had met after his return from the North, and he had been instantly taken with her.  Her family didn’t care for him, and he doubted that he would have ever been able to have her, but he had nonetheless admired her until she returned to her home.  Now she was back, and naked.

“You’re right, Rhaenys; he does have lovely eyes,” Arianne said with a throaty laugh that he felt in his cock. “Of course right now, they’re so black with desire, I can barely see the purple.”

“If this is a jest, I’m going to be furious with you,” Daemon murmured in Rhaenys’ ear.

“Tis no jest,” Rhaenys said, shedding her dress and revealing that she was wearing nothing underneath it.  She walked over to the bed and joined Arianne, wrapping an arm around her and cupping one of her massive breasts with the other hand. “You see, Daemon, when Arianne visits, or when I visit her, it’s common for us to trade stories about the various people we’ve bedded, women in my case, women and men alike in hers, and then spend hours fucking each other until we can’t move.”

If Daemon grew any harder, he’d fear for his cock.

“Rhaenys has never had a particularly interesting story before, I’m sorry to say,” Arianne purred, “but this time… When she told me of her new lover, with a cock like a horse, the skill to use it, and a truly filthy mind, I had to know more.”

“One thing led to another, and I found myself promising Arianne that she could get a taste of you for herself,” Rhaenys said, “if you’re willing, of course.”

“Yes,” Daemon breathed.

“Then strip and join us,” Rhaenys said imperiously. “My cunt and arse might be too sore to take that gargantuan beast of yours, but I can watch you ruin Ari here for all other men instead.”

“I can’t imagine that he’s that extraordinary,” Arianne said. “You’re a maid, technically, drunk on her first cock.  I’ve had my share, and I am less easily impressed.”

He knew she was just goading him, but she was also succeeding, and he wasn’t going to rest until she was a sweat-soaked, babbling, incoherent wreck too tired to move a muscle.  Making short work of his boots and doublet, he kept his eyes fixated on Arianne as he freed his rock-hard cock from his breeches and was not disappointed.

“Seven hells!” Arianne gasped as she saw him fully undressed.

“Impressed?” Daemon asked, enjoying the look on her face as his cock bobbed with his every step towards her.

“There...there is more to sex than size,” Arianne said weakly.

“Trust me,” Rhaenys said, nuzzling the other woman’s neck, “I’ve learned that well this week.”

She started sucking on Arianne’s earlobe, earning a loud moan from the Dornish woman.

“Join us,” Arianne moaned, reaching out to Daemon.

Daemon was on her in an instant, kissing her passionately.  Arianne returned the kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth as Rhaenys kissed her way down her neck.  Daemon brought his tongue out to dance with hers as they continued to kiss until Arianne broke it off to cry out.  Daemon looked down and saw Rhaenys had her lips wrapped around one of Arianne’s large, dark nipples.

“Aren’t her breasts divine, Daemon?” Rhaenys asked. “I’ve been jealous of them for years.”

“Your tits are just as lovely,” Arianne moaned.

“No, they’re beautiful, but they’re not like these,” Rhaenys said. “My arse is a little nicer, but I could spend my life with my face buried between these tits.”

“You’re not wrong, my sweet,” Daemon said as he joined her, taking the other nipple between his lips.

“Oh, fucking hells!” Arianne cried, her hands holding their heads to them as the pair of them sucked on her nipples together.  Almost as one, they backed off and started kneading the sensitive mounds, kissing, licking, and nibbling all over them, making Arianne squirm and whimper at the sensations.

“Just wait until you taste her cunt, Daemon,” Rhaenys said. “She’s such a needy little thing when she has a tongue on her clit.”

“Stop teasing me!” Arianne whined.

“You know as well as I do that you like to be teased, my pet,” Rhaenys purred, grinning wickedly down at her first lover, who just whimpered in response.

Daemon reluctantly left the greatest pair of breasts he had ever seen and kissed a trail down her soft belly until he reached the forest of her dark curls.  He inhaled the scent of her arousal, groaning in delight at it.  The smell and taste of cunt had never failed to make his cock throb with need.  He nuzzled the hair atop her sex, making her squirm, and let his hot breath bathe her slick folds.

“Please, Daemon!” Arianne cried.

“Taste her,” Rhaenys commanded.

Daemon brought the flat of his tongue across her fleshy folds, making her gasp.  He had always enjoyed eating cunt for a variety of reasons, but especially because of how he could keep his focus entirely on how they reacted.  Being buried inside a woman left him needing to focus on what he was doing far more, but with his face buried between a woman’s thighs, he could keep his eyes fixated on her face and watch it contract in pleasure every time he did something that she truly enjoyed.

“Isn’t he good at that?” Rhaenys asked as Arianne moaned loudly.

“Just like that, just like that,” the Dornish woman babbled as he lapped her drenched nether lips. “Fuck, that’s good!”

“You’re right, Rhaenys,” Daemon said. “She does taste incredible.”

Rhaenys grinned at him and pinched one of Arianne’s nipples, making her cry out in delight.  Daemon started tracing tight little circles around her throbbing clit before returning lower to lap up her arousal.  Rhaenys had said that Arianne liked to be teased, and he was more than capable of teasing her.  Over and over again, he teased her clit only to move back down away from it, making Arianne increasingly frustrated.  She wrapped her thighs around his head and ground her dripping cunt on his mouth.  It didn’t help, though, and soon she turned to begging.

“Suck on my clit, please!” Arianne cried, tears forming in her eyes as he denied her her release again. “Please, I need it so badly!”

“You’re nicer than Rhaenys,” Daemon chuckled. “She would have already turned to death threats by now.”

“Arianne actually enjoys being teased,” Rhaenys said. “I don’t, though the orgasms are more than worth it.  Speaking of, make her cum.  I want to ride her face, and it just wouldn’t work with her like this.”

“Yes, please!” Arianne begged.

Laughing to himself, Daemon wrapped his lips around her clit and flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit.  As turned on as she was, having been held at the edge for a while, it didn’t take long for ecstasy to claim her.  Arianne’s whole body went taut, and she screamed at the top of her lungs as her orgasm overwhelmed her.  Daemon continued licking her, prolonging her orgasm for as long as he dared.  Just when he thought that it was about to become too much for her, he backed off and let her collapse.

Rhaenys rushed over and kissed him as Arianne panted for breath, licking the other woman’s arousal off of his glistening face.

“Holy...fuck…” Arianne panted.

“Good, isn’t he?” Rhaenys asked, grinning down at her cousin.

“No man...has ever...made me cum like that,” Arianne croaked, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Rhaenys poured her a cup of wine which she accepted eagerly.

“Fuck me, Daemon,” Arianne said as she recovered. “I want to feel every inch of that giant cock inside me.  Rhaenys, sit on my face.”

“I want to watch your face as you take it,” Rhaenys said. “I’ll sit on it once he’s buried to the hilt inside you.”

Daemon moved between her parted thighs and placed his cock on her mound, grinning as he saw her eyes widen.  Her eyes were dark with arousal, and her whole body was quivering in anticipation.  Daemon kept his eyes on hers as he lined himself up with her dripping wet cunt and pushed forward.  The bulbous head popped inside her, and she gasped, digging her fingers into the bedding.

“Oh gods, that’s intense,” Arianne whimpered.

“It’s an incredible stretch, isn’t it?” Rhaenys asked.

“It burns, but fuck, it feels good,” Arianne moaned as he pushed another inch inside her.

“You’re so tight,” Daemon sighed.

“You’re as big as a horse; of course I’m tight,” Arianne groaned.

Daemon chuckled at the compliment and pulled out of her a couple inches before pushing back in further.  He was glad that she was wet, as she was or this wouldn’t have worked at all.  As it was, he had to move slowly, conquering her depths inch by inch with slow, deliberate thrusts that pushed a little deeper each time.  She clenched her eyes shut as he did so, and he knew that the pressure of being stretched by him was only getting more intense for her, but the little whimpers and moans she was letting out did not make it seem unpleasant.  Slowly, she relaxed as she got used to him, and before long, he was buried to the hilt inside her.

“That’s all of it,” Daemon said, kissing her.

Arianne returned the kiss, her whole body shaking and sweating from the exertion of being stretched so wide.

“Fuck, you’re so deep!” she moaned.

“Let me know when you’ve relaxed enough for me to move,” Daemon murmured in her ear.

“You can move,” Arianne whimpered, her eyes wide. “Just be gentle to start.”

“I’ve never heard you even mention the word gentle before,” Rhaenys said.

“I’ve never felt this stretched before,” Arianne said. “Gods, I feel so full!”

“Don’t worry, Arianne,” Daemon said, easing half of his cock out of her clinging tunnel. “I can be gentle.”

He started fucking her with slow, gentle thrusts, enjoying the feeling of her tight tunnel clinging to him.  He kissed her and cupped her large breasts as he moved, his thrusts growing slightly faster as he felt her relax around him.  She was so small and so damn tight that he imagined it felt for her like he was splitting her in two, but after a few minutes, her whimpers had turned to moans.  Moving her legs up until her ankles were on his shoulders, he heard her gasp and looked down to see her staring wide-eyed at her body.

“I can actually see you inside me,” Arianne marveled, bringing a hand over to feel the little bump that his cock had formed under her skin.

“Holy hells, you can,” Rhaenys said, feeling the bump herself.

Daemon grinned at their awe and picked up his pace, fucking Arianne harder.  The beautiful brunette threw her head back against the bed and moaned as he reached a particularly deep spot inside her.

“Gods, I love your fucking cock!” Arianne cried. “Rhaenys, sit on my face.  I’m going to worship your perfect little cunt for this.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” Rhaenys said, grinning.  Hooking a leg over Arianne’s body, she lowered her dripping slit to the other woman’s mouth and cried out as she immediately started eating her out.

Daemon groaned at the sight and reached down to caress Arianne’s clit with his thumb, making her shriek against Rhaenys’ cunt.

“This was such a good idea,” Rhaenys moaned, grinding herself on Arianne’s eager mouth.  Her full breasts jiggled with her every movement, making Daemon groan.

“You’re such a greedy little thing,” Daemon said teasingly as he kneaded one of her breasts. “It’s not enough that I’ve fucked you senseless all week and shared you with Alayaya yesterday; you just needed your gorgeous cousin’s tongue too.”

“I want it all,” Rhaenys cried. “I want your cock, your wonderful mouth, and a host of beautiful women...gah!”

She fell forward as she came, and Daemon caught her, holding her tight as he continued to fuck Arianne hard.  The other princess’ muffled screams were getting louder as her peak drew closer.  Daemon pulled Rhaenys forward so he could hear Arianne more clearly.

“More, more!” Arianne cried as her legs started to tremble.

Daemon grinned and adjusted his angle, trying to find that deep spot inside her that he had hit a couple times.  After a few moments of searching, he felt his cock slip inside a little space near the very back of her cunt.  Her reaction was immediate as her orgasm crashed over her.

“YES, YES, GODS, YES!” she screamed at the top of her lungs, her whole body convulsing as the pleasure consumed her.  She squirted all over him as the tight walls of her cunt massaged his length with every spasm.

I’m gonna cum,” Daemon groaned as he felt himself near his own peak.

“Pull out,” Rhaenys said as she climbed off of Arianne. “Finish on her tits.”

Daemon pulled his cock from her sweltering, still-spasming depths and wrapped his hand around it, tugging only a couple times before he came.  He groaned as rope after rope of his seed shot forth, painting Arianne’s large, perfect breasts white.  When it finally ended, Daemon laid down next to her, getting a perfect view of Rhaenys moving in to clean Arianne’s breasts with her tongue.

When Rhaenys had finished meticulously cleaning his seed off of Arianne’s breasts and sharing the bounty with the other woman via a kiss so hot that it made Daemon’s cock twitch even as it softened, the two settled down on either side of him and explained what they had discussed before he arrived.

“And your father is insisting on this?” Daemon asked.

“It appears that he will,” Arianne sighed. “Viserys is pleasant enough, and I won’t mind having him around, but he will not give me what I need from a husband.”

“So we were thinking that you could instead,” Rhaenys said. “If the babes come out dark-haired, it can be blamed on her, and since you’re half-Targaryen, at least one could come out looking like a Valyrian.”

“At any rate, they would be the heirs I need to secure my hold on Dorne after my father passes,” Arianne said, resting her head on his chest. “So what do you say?  Will you fuck me over and over again until my belly swells with your child?”

“Would any man on Earth say no to that?” Daemon asked without thinking.  As it dawned on him what he’d just said, he continued, “one or two, I guess, actually.”

“Alas,” Arianne said.

“Does he have a lover, or does he just stick to boy-whores...man-whores...whatever you’d call them?” Daemon asked. “Out of all our relatives, he’s the one I’ve seen the least since I arrived in King’s Landing.”

“I think they’re just called whores, Daemon,” Rhaenys giggled.

“Yes, he spends most of his time with Renly Baratheon,” Arianne replied.

“I suppose that’s one way to mend things with the rebels,” Daemon said dryly.

“I doubt his brother would agree,” Rhaenys said.

“Apparently Lord Stannis has been trying to convince him to marry,” Arianne said.

“He’d need a wife who, for one thing, wouldn’t mind, and for another, could keep his secret,” Rhaenys said.

“I wonder if Daenerys would be willing,” Daemon mused.

“Trying to get another woman who could turn to you for children?” Rhaenys asked teasingly.

“No,” Daemon replied quickly. “I was just thinking that she would have extra incentive to keep quiet, given that he’s Viserys’ lover.  Although...”