To Crown a Princess Chapter 4 (Patreon)

“Gods, this is so wrong!” Daenerys thought to herself as she ran her fingers through the forest of silver-gold curls that crowned her cunt.

The rhythmic slapping, grunting, and screaming coming from the other side of the hidden door made her feel as hot as it had since the first time she noticed it.  Knowing that just past this door, Rhaenys and Daemon were making wild, passionate love was enough to make Daenerys so wet that her arousal threatened to spill over her small clothes and run down her thigh.

“Oh gods, oh gods!” Rhaenys cried. “Fuck, I love your huge cock!”

Daenerys whimpered, rubbing her engorged little clit and holding her hand over her mouth to muffle the sound.  If anyone had asked her a year ago if she thought that she’d end up spying on her niece and nephew as they fucked and pleasuring herself to it, she’d have been too mortified and offended for words.  It never would have occurred to her at all to be so perverted, but that was before she started hearing them.

Those who saw how the silver-haired princess grew up, never would have guessed that her life had been so tragic starting out if they didn’t already know.  Raised by her older brother, Rhaegar. and his wife, Elia, she hadn’t even learned that her mother and father were dead until years after the fact.  Her brother and his wife were like the parents she never knew, her brother Viserys like a strange uncle she never really understood, and her niece, Rhaenys, and nephew, Aegon, like older siblings.

The fact that her bedchamber was right next to Rhaenys’ and connected by a secret passageway that only they knew about, having discovered it quite by accident as children, was something that she adored.  Multiple times during her childhood, when she had been bothered by storms much like the one she had been born during, she had rushed through that passageway and crawled into bed with Rhaenys.  The two were close as sisters and had rarely quarreled and Daenerys hadn’t had a single major reason to be irritated with the Dornish-looking beauty until Daemon returned from the North.

The sounds of skin slapping skin grew louder, and Daenerys moaned softly at the mental image of Daemon’s strong, muscular form pounding Rhaenys into her bed.  In her mind, he was taking her from behind, fucking her like a bitch in heat, and dominating her completely.  He was gorgeous; there was no other word for it, and Daenerys felt herself grow hot whenever she laid eyes on him, something that had been the case since he returned from his long fostering in the North.  He was a warrior, tall and powerfully built, with a few scars to show his experience in battle. and all she could think of when she saw him was how she wanted to climb him like a tree.  Naturally, her older, bolder niece had been the one to find her nerve first, and she had entranced Daemon almost immediately.  Daenerys could still remember the first time that she had heard them together.

Daenerys set down the history of the Conquest and rubbed her tired eyes.  The story of how Aegon the Dragon and his sisters had conquered nearly all of Westeros on the backs of their mighty dragons had long been her favorite, and she had hoped that it would distract her today, though it hadn’t.

“Of course he’d go for her,” she sighed, sulking.

Walking in on Daemon kissing Rhaenys earlier had been painful, and she had been trying to distract herself ever since.  The attraction between the two had been clear from the start, and Daenerys wouldn’t be surprised if Rhaegar announced a betrothal between them within the week.  She was damn envious of her, though.

“She might not be any prettier than me, but she has larger breasts and can actually speak in complete sentences around him,” Daenerys muttered.

She had never felt that shy around a man before, but just one look from him was enough to make her heart flutter, make heat pool low in her belly, and tie her tongue in knots.  He was just so painfully handsome, and his daring demeanor, deep, booming voice, and Northern accent had ruined her small clothes more than once.

Shaking her head, she murmured, “I’ll just have to get over it.  If Rhaenys is happy, then I’ll be happy for her…”

“Ahh!” Daenerys heard Rhaenys cry out.

Looking over to the bronze sconce that, if pulled, would unlock the entryway to the tunnel that connected their chambers, Daenerys thought about pulling it and checking on her niece, but when a solid moment passed without another sound, she thought better of it.  Deciding that she wasn’t getting any more reading done today, she went to put the scroll away when she heard Rhaenys again.

“Oh gods!” Rhaenys cried, her voice sounding strained.

Daenerys thought about calling out and asking if Rhaenys was alright, but if her niece was just enjoying herself, she didn’t want to bother her.  That didn’t mean she couldn’t make sure.  Pulling down on the sconce, she felt the hidden door give way and pulled on it.  The stone facade was perfect, and one would never guess that there was a door in that corner of the room.  It moved as silently as the other hidden doors throughout the castle that Maegor the Cruel had, in his paranoia, commissioned and seen finished before killing the builders so that no one else would know of them all.

Rhaenys and Daenerys had only learned about its existence at all because they noticed that they could hear each other more clearly than they should have through the thick stone wall that divided their chambers.  It was an oversight on the part of the builders, but one that they both appreciated.  Taking the torch out of the sconce, she wandered down the secret tunnel, hearing Rhaenys’ little whimpers and moans more clearly as she moved.  Blushing, but sighing in relief that nothing was wrong as well, she turned around and was about to return to her chambers when she heard something that nearly made her heart stop.

“Fuck me, you feel amazing,” Daemon groaned.

“Seven hells, are they…” Daenerys wondered to herself before Rhaenys’ next words removed any doubt about what she was hearing.

“You’re so big, Valonqar,” Rhaenys moaned.

“Do you have to call me that right now?” Daemon asked.

“Don’t get bashful on me now,” Rhaenys giggled. “I felt you swell inside me when I said the word.  It makes your thick, wonderful cock throb to know how much I love to bounce on it.”

“Gods, Rhaenys!” Daemon groaned.

Daenerys backed away until her back was flush against the stone wall, her mind racing as she grappled with what she was hearing.  Daemon and Rhaenys were having sex.  They weren’t even officially betrothed yet, and they were already lovers.  Images raced through her mind of the pair of them naked and sweaty together.  Rhaenys’ large, full breasts bouncing, on her chest as she rode Daemon hard, his rippling muscles taut and flexing as he bent her over the bed and fucked her like a whore.

Their moans, groans, and pleasured cries grew louder and more intense as they continued, and Daenerys felt heat like she had never known flood her core.  Why watching them kiss had hurt and hearing them fuck only made her wet, Daenerys couldn’t even begin to explain, but all she knew was that she was reaching down to rub her cunt through her dress before she even realized what she was doing.  Jerking her hand away as though she’d just burned herself, Daenerys shook her head.  Realizing that pleasuring herself to the sound of Rhaenys and Daemon having sex would be wrong, she rushed back to her chambers and tried to forget what had just happened.

Her resolve had lasted through the next two times that she overheard them, but giving in just once had opened the floodgates for her.  They just made her so hot, and the urge to touch herself to relieve the pressure that built inside her was too strong.

“Harder, harder!” Rhaenys screamed, clearly on the cusp of her orgasm.

Daenerys shoved her fist in her mouth to muffle her cries as her own fast approached, her fingers circling her clit again and again as she raced towards her peak.

“DAEMON!” Rhaenys shrieked as she came.

Daenerys collapsed back against the wall as her orgasm hit, trying her hardest to keep quiet and muffle her moans.  Her knees buckled, and she grabbed at the stone behind her to keep herself upright.  The guilt that she always felt after she had finished started to creep in, and Daenerys decided to return to her chambers as quickly as she could.  If the continuing sounds of sex coming from the room were any indication, Daemon was far from finished, and they would be at it for a while yet.

*****

“Dany!” Rhaenys exclaimed as soon as she saw her the next day.

Daenerys smiled, trying to ignore the way that her heart fluttered when she saw Daemon with her, and replied, “Rhaenys, Daemon, I hope you’re well.”

“We are, thank you,” Daemon said, giving her a smile that did nothing to calm her heart. “Are you well?  You look a touch red.”

“I’m alright,” Daenerys said, “just a little warm.  This summer has been wonderfully long.”

“We should enjoy it while we can,” Rhaenys said. “The Starks are always proven right in the end.  I was just about to watch Daemon and Aegon spar in the training yard.  Would you like to join me?”

Watching Daemon spar did sound like a lovely way to spend her morning.

“That sounds lovely,” Daenerys replied.

Rhaenys hooked an arm around hers and led her towards the training yard.

“I swear, I’ve hardly seen you lately,” she complained.

“You have seemed rather busy,” Daenerys said.

“I suppose I have been,” Rhaenys said. “Ever since the betrothal was announced, I’ve been flooded with letters from throughout the kingdoms.”

“Regretting it?” Daemon asked teasingly.

“Never,” Rhaenys replied with a grin.

Daenerys smiled at the display.  Her initial envy and hurt had long since passed as she accepted that Daemon just wasn’t interested in her, and she was genuinely happy for the both of them.  If not for her obsession with hearing them have sex, she’d have a perfectly normal relationship with the young couple.  As they arrived in the training yard, Daenerys saw that Aegon was already there, sparing lightly with Ser Arthur.

“Ah, brother,” Aegon said as he noticed them. “We were about to start without you.”

“Perhaps that’s for the best,” Ser Arthur said, handing his training sword to Daemon. “I’ll be able to watch you even better from the sidelines and comment where I must.”

“I’ve been your student for over a decade,” Aegon said, shaking his head. “If I haven’t learned by now, I won’t.”

“You never stop learning, my prince,” Ser Arthur said. “I haven’t, and I’m far older than you.”

“You’re not so old yet,” Aegon said, taking his fighting stance.

Daemon responded in kind, and the two began circling each other under the watchful eye of the man who would soon become Lord Commander of the Kingsguard.

“How go the preparations for the wedding?” Daenerys asked.

“Mother and I are trudging through,” Rhaenys said, wincing. “It’s made more complicated by the venue, but with Daemon following the Old Gods and me not really caring much either way, the Red Keep made more sense than the Sept of Baelor.”

“I can’t imagine that the High Septon is pleased,” Daenerys said.

“He never is,” Rhaenys said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the old cunt so much as smile.  Regardless, since Daemon’s not the heir, it doesn’t matter all that much.”

Daenerys nodded, half paying attention as she watched Daemon and Aegon with rapt interest.  The two had started trading blows, and Daenerys’ eyes were locked on Daemon.  Watching him fight was always a treat.  He was skilled, for one thing, but more than that, it was just the way that he moved.  Daenerys would hardly consider herself knowledgeable about such things, but he always just seemed so powerful when he spared.  As he feinted towards Aegon’s left, only to catch his right leg as he misstepped, she heard her other nephew hiss.

“Mind your footwork,” Ser Arthur said.

“You do love watching him, don’t you?” Rhaenys asked, startling her.

“What?!” Daenerys asked quickly.

“Watching him spar,” Rhaenys said, sounding completely unaware that she had just freaked out Daenerys. “You seem to enjoy it as much as I do.”

“He is very good,” Daenerys said, trying to will away her flush.

“Yes, he is,” Rhaenys sighed, smiling. “I can hardly imagine a man more skilled with his sword.”

Daenerys knew she didn’t mean anything salacious by her comment, but she couldn’t help but let her mind wander to what she had heard them doing the other day and blushed.  She looked back at Daemon and Aegon just in time to see Aegon manage to land a solid hit on Daemon’s middle.

“Well done,” Ser Arthur said.

“Aye,” Daemon said, walking back a couple steps.

“Actually, Dany, there was something I was hoping to talk to you about,” Rhaenys said.

“What is it?” Daenerys asked.

“Not here,” Rhaenys said. “Could you come by my chambers in about an hour or two?”

“I can come by,” Daenerys said with a shrug, intrigued by what Rhaenys could possibly want to speak to her about in private.

Looking back at Daemon and Aegon, she saw Aegon sidestep a thrust from Daemon and slash low at his legs.  Daemon jumped over the blow and stepped back, slashing at Aegon’s chest to force him to dodge.  Aegon pursued, feinting a stab towards Daemon’s left shoulder and bringing his blade up towards his right.  Daemon caught the blade on his own and twirled it rapidly, wrenching the blade right out of Aegon’s hands.

“That’s it, Daemon!” Rhaenys cheered.

“My own sister cheering against me!” Aegon said dramatically, almost managing to look serious.

Rhaenys just laughed and rolled her eyes affectionately.

“You can hardly blame a woman for supporting her love,” Margaery said as she joined them.

“Margaery,” Aegon said, smiling at his betrothed.

“I came to watch you spar,” Margaery said, holding out her hand.  Aegon kissed it and held it in his hands.

“So an hour or two?” Daenerys confirmed, turning to Rhaenys.

“Thereabouts,” Rhaenys replied.

*****

Daenerys had to admit that she was very curious about what Rhaenys felt they needed privacy to discuss.  She was generally discreet about most things, but the only people within earshot of them when she brought it up earlier were her brothers and Ser Arthur, all of whom could be trusted to keep quiet about almost anything.  When she reached the door to Rhaenys’ chambers, she found Ser Jaime standing outside.

“Princess,” he said in greeting.

“Ser Jaime,” Daenerys replied. “Rhaenys asked me to come by.”

Jaime looked mildly uncomfortable for a moment before he replied, saying, “she’s not to be disturbed just now.”

“Rhaenys specifically told me that she wanted to see me around now,” Daenerys said, furrowing her brow in confusion.

“Forgive me, Princess,” Ser Jaime said. “Prince Daemon is currently with her.”

It spoke volumes about Daenerys’ well-trained poise that she didn’t let her jaw drop in shock at his words.  Meeting with Daemon alone during the day with the full knowledge of her sworn shield was unusually brazen for Rhaenys.  Granted, Daenerys couldn’t think of many people that her niece would trust more than Ser Jaime, but it was still odd.

“Well, they must be hard at work planning for their wedding,” Daenerys said, trying to keep herself from blushing.

“As you say, Princess,” Ser Jaime said.

“Good day, Ser,” Daenerys said, rushing off as Jaime replied in kind.

Rhaenys wasn’t one to forget an appointment, especially not one that she had made less than two hours previously.  Daemon must have taken her mind off of it and everything else.  The passion that had clearly swept them up had to be like dragon fire, and Daenerys found the idea of listening in to be too tempting to ignore.  Entering her chambers, she closed the door behind her and made her way to the sconce.

“Oh gods!” Rhaenys cried, her voice sounding louder, than Daenerys could ever remember. “Oh fuck, just like that!”

Her body quivering with need as heat pooled in her sex, Daenerys grabbed the torch that had been sitting in the sconce and made her way into the tunnel.  Rhaenys’ pleasured moans grew louder as she approached, but there was no sound of skin slapping on skin.  Daenerys wondered just what they were doing as she made her way along the tunnel, only to discover, to her surprise, that there was a light at the end of it.

“The doorway’s slightly ajar,”Daenerys thought to herself as she approached the other end of the tunnel.

That explained just why Rhaenys had sounded louder and it also presented Daenerys with a conundrum.  Listening in on Rhaenys and Daemon having sex was wrong in itself, but actually watching them would be a step beyond that.  She felt gross and guilty enough as it was.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” Daemon groaned, his deep, rumbling voice making Daenerys’ heartbeat quicken.

“I’ve never heard of a man who enjoyed eating cunt like you do,” Rhaenys purred.

“Ea...eating...what would that even entail?” Daenerys wondered to herself.

“Mmm, that’s it, Daemon,” Rhaenys sighed, sounding delighted by whatever he was doing.

“Maybe a little peek wouldn’t be so bad,”Daenerys tried to rationalize to herself. “Just one little look at what Daemon’s doing to her, and then I can leave them alone.”

With her legs moving almost of their own accord, Daenerys made her way over to the slightly open doorway and had to clamp a hand over her mouth to stop her squeak from giving her away.  Rhaenys was completely naked, and a half-naked Daemon had his face buried between her thighs.  From her vantage point, Daenerys could see his tongue dancing over the sensitive flesh of her folds.

“How...how fucking good would that feel?”she wondered to herself, her eyes wide with shock.

Her own hand felt marvelous against her cunt, especially that sensitive nub at the top of it, but a tongue would be warmer, wetter, and more dexterous than her fingers could be.  If the sounds Rhaenys was making were any indication, it felt even better than Daenerys imagined.

“More!” Rhaenys screamed. “More, gods, Daemon, I’m so close!”

“Perhaps I should ease off for a while,” Daemon mused, earning him a glare from his lover. “I could let you relax a bit and then bring you right back here, quivering with need.”

“Not this time!” Rhaenys said sharply, giving Daemon a look that Daenerys couldn’t place.

Daemon just chuckled and dove back in, looking as though he wrapped his lips around Rhaenys’ pearl.  The curvy brunette threw her head back into the pillow and shrieked.  Her whole body went taut as her climax built rapidly.  Daemon’s grip on her strengthened as he held her steady, his clearly skilled mouth never leaving her cunt.  After a minute of this pleasurable-looking torture, Rhaenys’ back arched off the bed.

“DAEMON!” she squealed as she came, her whole body convulsing as absolute ecstasy coursed through her body.

Nothing that Daenerys’ admittedly limited imagination had conjured as she listened to them in the past had ever looked this incredible.  She could hardly even fathom the intensity of the pleasure that Rhaenys was experiencing.  On and on it went, seeming like it would never end until, finally, the older woman collapsed on her back, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, going limp.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you cum that hard from my tongue alone,” Daemon murmured in Rhaenys’ ear as he joined her in bed. “This is really turning you on, huh?”

“Hush,” Rhaenys ordered weakly, still panting for breath.

Daemon brushed her hair out of her face with his fingers, peering down at her.  Daenerys couldn’t quite make out the look on his face, but if it was anything like the one Rhaenys was giving him, he was beaming down at her.  What she could make out was his deliciously muscular back and the way his arse looked in his breeches without any other clothing in the way.  She had been too enthralled by the initial display to do much more than stand stone still and gawk at them, but slowly, her hand made its way between her legs.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” Rhaenys said as she regained her breath.

“Here?” Daemon asked, making Daenerys furrow her brow at what he meant.

“No, by the window,” Rhaenys said. “I would see you in better light.”

Daemon chuckled at the request but did so without a word, and Daenerys was glad that he did.  From where she was standing, she’d get a perfect view of him there.  Slowly, he undressed, clearly looking like he enjoyed Rhaenys’ rapt attention.  The beautiful brunette cupped one of her large breasts as she watched him, smirking at the groan she got from him.  Once hisbelt was gone, Daemon held his breeches up himself, slowly lowering them bit by bit.  Daenerys forgot how to breathe for a moment as she watched him shed the last of his clothes, though she did gasp when he finally uncovered his member, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the sound.

“So hard!” Rhaenys moaned.

“With the vision of you like this and the taste of your cunt still on my lips, how could I not be?” Daemon asked.

“Stroke it for me,” Rhaenys said, her fingers trailing down towards her cunt.

Daenerys just watched the display with wide eyes and a gaping mouth.  He was so much larger than she would have ever imagined that a man would be.

“How in the world would he fit inside me...her, fit inside her?” she wondered to herself.

The sight of him fisting and stroking his cock was the most arousing thing she had ever seen, and Daenerys soon felt her fluids running down her thighs.  He was just so gorgeous, his tall, powerfully built body on full display for her.  She wanted to feel every hard-looking muscle under her fingers, kiss every scar, and run her tongue through the grooves that divided the muscles on his belly.  When he turned around to face Rhaenys again and she got a good view of his impossibly muscular ass, she couldn’t help but whimper at the sight.

“Who do you think of when you stroke yourself, Daemon?” Rhaenys asked.

“This is the first time I’ve done it since we started fucking,” Daemon replied.

“Before that, then,” Rhaenys prompted him.

“You, of course,” Daemon replied easily.

“Who else?” Rhaenys asked. “You know I’m not a jealous creature, provided you keep your focus on me to my liking.”

“Arianne, of course,” Daemon admitted.

“Naturally,” Rhaenys sighed, looking wistful.  “We’ll have to see her again soon.  Anyone else?”

“A few whores I’ve had before who left an impression,” Daemon replied.

“What about Dany?” Rhaenys asked, and Daenerys felt like her heart stopped for a moment.

“Yes,” Daemon admitted. “Gods, the things I would do to her.”

“Describe them,” Rhaenys sighed, rubbing her drooling slit openly.

Daenerys felt her heart hammer in her chest.  She had thought since he arrived in King’s Landing that Daemon had never looked at her like that.  To discover that he was attracted to her made her shudder, and the idea of standing there and hearing him describe what he wanted to do to her was something she didn’t know if she’d survive, though she couldn’t bring herself to move a muscle.

“She’s such an innocent little thing,” Daemon mused. “I’d have to move slowly to ease her into anything.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Rhaenys said, smirking. “She’s technically innocent, yes, but I think that there’s a lusty little beast underneath the surface just waiting to be unleashed.  She is small, though, and I can’t imagine her managing to take this massive cock easily.”

“Just imagine how good she’d look on it, though,” Daemon said. “Fuck, the thought of that slim little body of hers bouncing on my cock is hot.”

Daenerys imagined it: Daemon lying on the bed while she rode him.  He looked very big, and even Rhaenys admitted that he was huge, so it would be a struggle, but as wet as she was, she thought that she’d be up to it.  The idea of seeing his handsome face staring up at her while she bounced on his cock again and again was nearly enough to make her cum by itself.

“I’ve seen her undressed before,” Rhaenys said. “Her ass is even better than mine.”

“Truly?” Daemon asked.

“Oh yes,” Rhaenys purred. “You wouldn’t be able to resist bending her over and taking from behind if you saw her.  You’re so much bigger than her; you’d dominate her completely.  I can’t imagine how much I’d enjoy seeing the look of ecstasy on her face as you pounded her like a common whore.”

Daenerys was panting hard as the wonderfully filthy images those two were giving her raced through her mind.  She was so close to cumming already, but that final image proved too much.  The fantasy of being fucked from behind by Daemon consumed her.  In her mind, she was facing Rhaenys while it happened, a reassuring look on the older woman’s face to show that she was alright with letting her husband-to-be fuck her.

“Oh gods!” Daenerys whimpered, struggling to stay quiet as she came.

As her knees buckled, she leaned forward to brace herself, forgetting in that moment that the wall in front of her was a door and one that was slightly open.  Falling inside the room, she turned beet red as she came face-to-face with Rhaenys and Daemon.

“Daenerys,” Rhaenys said, sounding completely unsurprised.

“Dany?” Daemon asked.  That word and his amused-looking face were the last thing she heard and saw, respectively, before her world went black.

“...think she’s coming too,” Rhaenys said.

“Thank the gods,” Daemon sighed in obvious relief.

“What happe...oh gods!” Daenerys cried as she realized where she was.

She was lying on Rhaenys’ bed, somewhere she had been before.  What made things different this time were the facts that the brunette was completely naked, and they were joined by an equally naked Daemon.

“Welcome back,” Rhaenys said, sounding highly amused.

“You’re both naked,” Daenerys said, looking back and forth between the two, unsure where to let her eyes rest.

“We were more than just naked a moment ago,” Daemon said teasingly, making Daenerys blush.

“I’m so sorry!” she exclaimed, scrambling to get out of bed. “Oh gods, what must you think of me?!”

Rhaenys wrapped her arms around Daenerys and pulled her into a tight hug.  Stunned, Daenerys just let her face be buried in the soft, warm flesh of her niece’s large, tanned breasts.

“Dany, do either of us sound upset?” Rhaenys asked.

“You’re not?” Daenerys asked in confusion as she sat up.

“No,” Daemon replied. “To be honest, when Rhaenys first told me that she suspected that you were listening in on us, I thought it was the hottest thing I had ever experienced.”

“You knew?” Daenerys asked.  Before Rhaenys could reply, she said, “you left the door open on purpose!”

“I suspected that you were, as Daemon said,” Rhaenys replied. “You weren’t always quiet as you rushed away from the door, and I heard footsteps a couple times.  Since you’re the only other one who knows of the passageway, to my knowledge, I decided to discover the truth.”

“So what happens now?” Daenerys asked.

“That would be up to you,” Daemon replied, brushing her hair behind her ear.  His touch made her shiver, and the mortification she had felt since she was first caught was replaced by a renewed heat in her core.

“You can leave now, and we can all pretend this never happened,” Rhaenys said, “or you can stay and watch us up close.”

“You...you want me to watch you?” Daenerys asked, getting out of bed and staring at the two of them in shock.

“Daemon wasn’t the only one turned on by the idea that you were listening to us fuck, Dany,” Rhaenys said, stretching her arms over her head.

“It would be wrong,” Daenerys said. “All of this has been wrong.”

“Fuck wrong,” Rhaenys said. “Did I care about right and wrong when I started bedding Daemon?  No, I just knew that I wanted him and wanted to know how amazing his cock would feel inside me.  We’re dragons, Daenerys.  The opinions of whinging septons and hypocritical cuntish lords and ladies don’t matter to us.”

“Well put,” Daemon said, kissing her soundly.

Daenerys just watched the spectacle in a state of wonder, almost disbelieving that any of this was happening.  The two of themkissed passionately, Rhaenys moaning into Daemon’s mouth as their tongues met and danced together.  It looked incredible, and Daenerys couldn’t help but wish that she was the one being kissed like that.  When they broke the kiss to breathe, they turned as one, their cheeks pressed together, and looked at her, their purple eyes dark with desire.

“So what’s it going to be?” Rhaenys asked.

“I’ll watch,” Daenerys breathed.

“Good,” Rhaenys said, grinning. “You can sit in that chair over there and don’t feel as though you can’t touch yourself.  It’s only natural, and we’ll be doing far more than that.”

Daenerys blushed again as she sat down.  The hungry look that Daemon gave her made her light summer dress feel far too hot.  She wanted to take it off, to strip down to her small clothes and beyond, and bask in his hunger for her, but she wasn’t brave enough.  Sitting down, she rubbed her thighs together, whimpering at the pressure.

“Lay down; I want to suck your cock,” Rhaenys said.

“I can’t imagine ever saying no to that,” Daemon commented as he settled down on the bed.

“I’d be worried about you if you did,” Rhaenys said, taking his cock in her hand. “Isn’t he massive, Dany?”

“He’s much bigger than I would have expected,” Daenerys said. “Are men generally that large?”

“Not that I’ve ever seen another one, but no,” Rhaenys said.  Holding his cock up against her forearm to demonstrate the size, Daenerys’ eyes widened as she saw just how close they were in size. “My Daemon’s a very special man.”

“That fits inside you?” Daenerys asked.

“It took a while the first couple times, but yes,” Daemon replied. “She takes it so well now.”

“Everywhere,” Rhaenys purred, making Daemon shudder.

Before Daenerys could ask what she meant, Rhaenys started peppering the long, thick shaft with wet little kisses.  She watched transfixed as the older woman swirled her tongue over the bulbous head of Daemon’s cock, making him shudder and moan.  The deep, rumbling sound of his pleasure shot straight to her cunt, and Daenerys squirmed in her seat.

“How does it taste?” Daenerys asked before she could stop herself.

Rhaenys looked behind her and grinned, saying, “Daemon keeps himself clean, so I’ve never known him to taste foul.  You saw him licking me before, and he didn’t look like he minded either, did he?”

“Never,” Daemon said, looking down at her with obvious lust.

“And that feels good?” Daenerys asked breathlessly.

“Better than you can imagine,” Rhaenys purred before returning to Daemon’s cock.

She took it between her full lips and started bobbing her head up and down, taking about half of his length inside her mouth.

“Fuck me, you’re so good at that,” Daemon said, shuddering.

Before she even knew what she was doing, Daenerys’ hand had crept between her legs.  It was only when she let out a soft little pleasured moan and drew Daemon’s attention that she realized what she was doing.

“That’s it, Dany,” Daemon said, making her freeze as she went to move her hand away. “Pleasure yourself watching Rhaenys suck my cock.”

His voice was almost hypnotic, and the last of Daenerys’ resolve broke.  She brought her hand back between her legs and started rubbing her wet cunt through her dress and small clothes.

“Ahh,” she sighed in pleasure.

“You really like watching us,” Rhaenys commented.

“Yes,” Daenerys moaned.

“Would you like a closer look?” Rhaenys asked.

Daenerys’ eyes widened at the offer, but her niece’s crooked finger lured her in like bait on a hook.  Getting out of her chair, she climbed into the bed next to Rhaenys, so close to Daemon that she could smell his manly scent.  It and the visual of his cock, the top half of which was slick with Rhaenys’ saliva, made her mouth water.

“It’s so big,” Daenerys breathed.

“Yes, it is,” Rhaenys said with a grin. “Would you like to feel it?”

Daenerys nodded and inched her hand towards the swollen length, gasping as she gently wrapped her hand around it.

“It’s so hard and yet soft too,” she marveled.  It was also very warm, and she found herself wondering just what it would feel like inside her.

“Stroke it gently,” Rhaenys said, placing her hand over Daenerys’. “Just like this.”

“Fuck, Dany,” Daemon moaned, and she honestly thought she might cum right there.

“H...how much of this can you suck?” Daenerys asked.

“Watch and learn,” Rhaenys laughed, pulling her hand away and taking his cock back inside her mouth.

Daenerys’ jaw dropped as she watched Rhaenys swallow the entire thing to the root, until her nose was buried in his dark pubic hair.  Daemon moaned loudly in pleasure as Rhaenys swallowed around his length before bobbing her head up and down on it again.  When she finally pulled back, she looked smugly over at Daenerys, who just blinked owlishly at the display.

“How do you not choke?” she asked.

“I just don’t,” Rhaenys said with a shrug. “Most women do, though they can train away the gagging problem.  I was just born without it.”

“Must be the Martell blood,” Daemon joked, and Rhaenys narrowed her eyes at him.

“We could put that to the test,” she said, eyeing Daenerys.

“What do you mean?” Daenerys asked.

“Do you want to try it?” Rhaenys asked, stroking Daemon’s cock.

“Try...try sucking him?” Daenerys asked.

“Of course,” Rhaenys said, like it was nothing. “You’re clearly attracted to Daemon, and I wouldn’t mind.  He wouldn’t either, naturally.”

“We don’t want to pressure you into anything,” Daemon said reassuringly, “but if you’d like to do more than just watch us, we’d be happy to have you.”

“I would ruin my future marriage prospects,” Daenerys protested weakly.

“Only if anyone found out,” Rhaenys said, shrugging, “and even then, it’s not like you’d have lost your maidenhead.”

“I already did,” Daenerys said, quickly adding, “not like that!  I slipped getting off of my horse years ago and landed with my legs spread wide on the ground.  It hurt terribly, and I thought I was dying when I saw the blood, but Elia assured me that I was fine.”

“Then what’s the harm?” Rhaenys asked. “You clearly want him, and he wants you too.”

Daenerys looked up at Daemon in wonder, seeing the desire in his eyes as he stared at her.

“Why are you alright with this?” Daenerys asked, turning to Rhaenys.

Rhaenys just laughed and leaned in, whispering in her ear, “you aren’t the only one who likes to watch, dear aunt.”

Daenerys shivered at her words and looked over at Rhaenys, swearing that she saw the same desire in her eyes as she did in Daemon’s.

“Alright,” she said. “I’ll try it.”

“Perfect!” Rhaenys exclaimed in obvious excitement. “Now, normally, I would suggest that you start slow and tease him with little kisses and barely noticeable licks, but he’s already very well prepared.  All that I’ll advise for this time is that you try to keep your teeth off of him; it’s easier to fuck that up than you’d think, and take off your clothes.”

“What?!” Daenerys asked in alarm.

“You wouldn’t want to stain your dress, would you?” Rhaenys asked, looking down at the purple fabric.

“No,” Daenerys gulped, looking over at Daemon. “I guess I wouldn’t.”

She was breathing hard, her nerves getting to her, but she was also more turned on than she had ever been in her life, and she knew that she was going to do this no matter what.

“I’ll help,” Rhaenys said, crawling behind her.

Together with her niece, Daenerys made short work of removing her dress, feeling her body quiver at the way that Daemon’s eyes darkened with lust as her small, pert breasts were revealed to him.  When they came to her small clothes, the fabric was so soaked that it had to be peeled off of her, making her blush a bright red, but the soft groan Daemon let out at the sight made it worth the embarrassment.  When she was finally as naked as they were, Rhaenys pulled her back against her, brushing her long silver-gold hair away from her breasts and cupping one of the small mounds.

“Isn’t she perfect, Daemon?” Rhaenys asked as Daenerys moaned at being touched intimately for the first time.

“A goddess,” Daemon replied.

“Rhaenys!” Daenerys gasped.

She was about to ask what the older woman was doing when Daemon moved and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.  Freezing in place, she could only quiver against him as he pressed his lips against hers.  A moment later, she remembered to move and moaned into his mouth, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning the kiss.  He led; he was by far the most experienced of the two of them, and when she felt his tongue brush against her lips, she let him in without hesitation.

His tongue explored her mouth, slowly coaxing her own out to play as he pulled her flush against him.  His hard, strong body felt as divine under her hands as she thought it would, and his massive member felt hot and heavy pressed against her belly.  She was so wet that she knew her arousal had to be leaking down onto him, but in that moment, all she could think about was how good it felt to kiss him.

“What did I say?” Rhaenys asked as they broke the kiss for air. “A passionate, fiery creature just yearning to be freed from her own chains.”

“That was amazing,” Daenerys whispered, burying her face in the crook of Daemon’s neck, not wanting to part with him for a moment.

“Can you feel his length throb against you?” Rhaenys asked, gesturing down to Daemon’s cock.

Looking red and almost angry, somehow the turgid member looked utterly tantalizing to Daenerys, who lowered herself to it quickly.

“Remember the teeth, darling,” Rhaenys said as Daenerys lowered her mouth to it.

She gave the head a slow, wet kiss, letting her full lips brush against every bit of the knob.

“Holy fuck!” Daemon groaned in pleasure, making Daenerys’ heart swell with pride.

She continued teasing the head with her lips and eventually her tongue, not quite brave enough to try taking it into her mouth outright.  Every pleasured hiss and groan from Daemon made her feel more comfortable with what she was doing and confident.  The taste wasn’t nearly as bad as she had feared, and she thought that she could quickly get used to it.  When, after one particularly drawn-out swirl of her tongue, his legs started to shake, Rhaenys spoke.

“Try taking it into your mouth,” she said. “The head’s very sensitive, and you don’t want to overdo your focus on it.”

“Oh, alright,” Daenerys said, taking him between her lips.

She descended a few inches down the shaft, feeling the weight of it on her tongue and the way she had to stretch her lips around his thickness.  How in the world it could ever fit inside her cunt, she had no idea.  Bobbing her head up and down on it as she had seen Rhaenys do before, she grew more confident and started taking more and more of it inside her mouth.  When it reached the back of her throat, however, she gagged and swiftly pulled back, coughing as she went.

“Martell blood,” Daemon chuckled.

“Ass,” Rhaenys said, rolling her eyes and rubbing Daenerys’ back. “It’s alright, Dany.  Like I say, most women have trouble taking cocks this big deep into their throats like I can.  It is something that you can work on, though.”

“Really?” Daenerys asked.

“Mmhmm,” Rhaenys assured her. “We’ll work on it.  For now, I think Daemon’s just about ready to cum, aren’t you?”

“I’m close,” Daemon replied.

“I want you to watch as I finish him off and then get ready for a treat,” Rhaenys said.

“A treat?” Daenerys asked.

“You’ll see,” Rhaenys said with a wink.

She took Daemon’s cock back inside her mouth and wasted no time trying to make him cum.  Clearly sucking hard, she alternated between rapidly working half of the shaft between her lips and holding it in her throat so she could swallow around it.  Daemon threw his head back and groaned in pleasure, and when Rhaenys cupped his balls and started playing with them, he sounded like he was being murdered.

“Fuck, Rhaenys!” he cried, and she pulled back so that only a few inches of him were in her mouth as she stroked him by hand.  With a roar, he came, filling her mouth with his seed.

Daenerys watched in awe as she saw him cum.  The way that his face scrunched up in ecstasy and how he shuddered and spasmed as the pleasure overtook him was easily the most arousing thing that she had ever seen.  When he was finally spent, Rhaenys pulled back, letting his cock slip from her lips with a pop, and looked over at Daenerys.  Her mouth was clearly full of seed, and before Dany could ask what she was going to do, Rhaenys pulled her in and kissed her.  A torrent of thick, salty cum filled Daenerys’ mouth, and Rhaenys shared the load, and she moaned into the other woman’s mouth.

The idea of kissing another woman had never occurred to her, and while she might have focused on the oddity of that under normal circumstances, all that she could think about in that moment was how Daemon’s seed was in her mouth.  She swallowed what she could, continuing to kiss Rhaenys as the taller woman rolled her onto her back.

“Fuck me!” Daemon exclaimed, sounding slightly tired.

The feeling of Rhaenys’ warm, soft body pressed against hers as the two gave into their passion made Daenerys wonder how she had never thought of this.  The brunette was beautiful and fiery, and her every little touch felt wonderful.  When her thigh rubbed against Daenerys’ soaked cunt, the blonde threw her head back and cried out in pleasure.

“How did you like your first taste of him?” Rhaenys whispered in her ear.

In truth, it wasn’t the most pleasant thing she had ever consumed, but it also wasn’t foul.  The sound and sight of Daemon in bliss were more than worth it.

“It was so good,” Daenerys moaned, looking over at Daemon to see how he reacted and smiling at the little groan he let out.

“And kissing me?” Rhaenys asked.

“That was good too,” Daenerys replied, running her hands down Rhaenys’ back. “It makes me wonder why we never tried this all those times I crawled into your bed.”

“We were children,” Rhaenys pointed out.

“True, I guess,” Daenerys shrugged, looking over at Daemon.  When she saw that his cock hadn’t wilted at all, she said, “I thought that men went soft after they finished.”

“Where did you hear that?” Rhaenys asked.

“I overheard a couple of the maids speaking of men once,” Daenerys admitted, “and it is called, finishing, is it not?”

“Usually I would,” Daemon admitted, “especially after cumming that hard, but the sight you two pressed together and kissing as you shared my seed between you was far too hot to soften.”

“You can feel him inside you if you’re willing,” Rhaenys whispered in her ear. “He’s been dying to fuck you, Dany.”

“Yes,” Daenerys breathed, almost too aroused for words. “Gods, yes.”

“You heard her, Daemon,” Rhaenys said as she rolled off of her. “Make her a woman.”

“Please!” Daenerys cried, almost out of her mind, with lust.

Rhaenys settled down beside her and ran a hand up her leg, across her belly, to her breasts, cupping one of them.  Daemon moved between her legs and started kissing her thighs, making her shudder and moan.  She was almost painfully aroused at this point and doubted that it would take more than the slightest touch to set her off in her state.

When Daemon started kissing his way closer to her sex, she said, “you don’t have to do that.”

“Trust me, I should,” Daemon said. “Even as wet as you look, I’m still a lot to take.  You smell so good, too.”

“His tongue feels amazing, Dany,” Rhaenys purred in her ear. “Trust us.”

“Alright,” Daenerys said, widening her legs.  When she felt that first swipe of his tongue against her sensitive, heated flesh, she almost screamed.

“Told you,” Rhaenys laughed, tweaking her nipple.

“By the gods!” Daenerys cried, unable to fathom how good that felt.  She thought that his tongue would feel somewhat better than her fingers, but this was mind-blowing.

“As good as that feels, his cock will feel even better,” Rhaenys whispered in her ear.

“Fuck, I think she’s already close,” Daemon said.

“I am!” Daenerys cried as her legs started to shake.

“The poor thing hasn’t cum since she fell inside the room,” Rhaenys said, “and we’ve been so torturously arousing.  Make her scream, Daemon.”

Daemon just chuckled and moved higher, clamping his lips down around her clit.  It took barely any pressure to send her careening over the edge.

“DAEMON!” Daenerys screamed at the top of her lungs, her back arching off the bed, as her orgasm hit her with all the force of a charging bull.

It was pleasure beyond anything she had ever known, and it just went on and on.  Just when it started to seem like it might be too much, Daemon eased up and started kissing his way up across her belly and through the valley between her breasts.  He kissed her neck, and she just wrapped her, arms around him and held him tight, wanting the feeling of his body on hers as she came down from the high of her orgasm.

“Seven hells!” Daenerys exclaimed when she had finally caught her breath.

“Better than your own hand?” Rhaenys asked, stroking her cheek lovingly.

“Night and day,” Daenerys sighed.

“Are you ready for more?” Daemon asked, getting up and placing his cock by her cunt.

Daenerys looked down and shuddered at the sight.  He was so big and she looked so small by comparison that she couldn’t fathom how he might fit inside her at all, but she reasoned that Rhaenys wasn’t all that much taller than her and she managed to take the whole thing.  She also desperately wanted to feel him inside her and to see the look of pleasure on his face as he buried himself in her depths.

“Yes,” she breathed, quivering with both need and anticipation.

“Fuck her, Daemon,” Rhaenys commanded. “Let her see what she’s been missing.”

“Gladly,” Daemon said, lining himself up with her dripping core.

Daenerys felt him push against her and grunted at the pressure.  His cock didn’t enter her, and she was about to say something when he tried again and the head popped inside.

“Fuck!” she cried, her thighs clenching around him. “Oh gods, that’s so big!”

“I know it’s hard, but try to relax, Dany,” Rhaenys said. “That feeling of pressure will pass soon enough.”

“It burns,” Daenerys said.

“That’s the stretch,” Rhaenys said. “It will start to feel good once you’ve gotten used to him.”

“Gods, you’re so fucking tight,” Daemon groaned. “I’ll move slowly, Dany.  Trust me.”

“I do,” Daenerys said, smiling up at him.  He returned the look and pushed forward again, burying a little more of his cock inside her.

Daenerys hissed at the intensity of the stretch but didn’t say anything.  Rhaenys and Daemon both said that the stretched feeling would go away eventually, and that it would feel good ,and she trusted him.  Daemon started moving within her slowly and gently, pulling out a little and pushing back inside.  Every other little thrust saw him push further inside her.  She was incredibly wet before he used that magical tongue of his on her, and she was very slick around his invading cock.  Despite how slowly he had to move at first, he did manage to gradually make progress until finally the last inch of him was sheathed inside her.

“Gods above, you feel like you’re in my stomach,” Daenerys groaned.

“You think he feels big like this?” Rhaenys asked rhetorically. “I’ve taken him inside my ass before.”

“What?!” Daenerys asked in shock.

“Oh, yes,” Rhaenys said. “That actually felt good too, but fuck, it was such an intense stretch.”

“I hope you don’t expect that of me,” Daenerys said to him.

“I wouldn’t do anything that you weren’t comfortable with,” Daemon said, kissing her.

Daenerys returned the kiss eagerly, feeling her heart swell at the clear affection in his voice.

“How do you feel?” he asked.

“Better,” Daenerys said. “I think I’ve relaxed enough.”

She was telling the truth.  While he still felt massive inside her, the burning sensation that come, with the initial stretch had largely subsided.  The feeling of fullness that remained was far better, and it had even started to really feel good.  When Daemon pulled half of his cock out of her, she felt empty, and when he pushed back inside, that fullness felt even better.  With every thrust after that, the pleasure grew until it had completely overtaken any discomfort that she felt.

“More!” Daenerys cried after a while. “Oh fuck, you feel so deep!”

Daemon picked up his pace, and all Daenerys could do was moan.  This felt so much better than she could have ever imagined.  Looking over at Rhaenys for a moment, she saw that her niece looked as entranced by the sight before her as she imagined that she had looked watching them.  Reaching out, she pulled the beautiful brunette down for a kiss.  Rhaenys grunted in surprise but kissed her back hungrily.

“What was that for?” she asked as she pulled away to breathe.

“To say thank you,” Daenerys replied.

Rhaenys just laughed and kissed her again.  Their tongues danced within their mouths, and Daenerys moaned.  When she had listened in on them, she assumed that it was Daemon who she was touching herself to.  The man who had so thoroughly captured her attention and affection had been on the other side of a hidden door having sex.  Even though it was mostly Rhaenys she heard, she never would have imagined that it was her moans and not the fantasy of being the one on the receiving end of Daemon’s pleasure that had made her cunt hot and wet.  As she joined the two of them in their bed, though, she began to wonder if it hadn’t been the both of them from the start who had so inflamed her passions.

“Oh gods!” Daenerys cried when she felt Daemon hit something deep inside her that felt amazing.

“Roll over,” Rhaenys said. “I want to see her ride you.”

“Dany?” Daemon asked, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Yes, please,” Daenerys replied.

Wrapping his arms around her, Daemon rolled them over until Daenerys was sitting impaled on his cock.  She tentatively rose and fell on his cock, feeling it spread her wide again as she took every inch.

“Roll your hips,” Rhaenys said.

“Hmm?” Daenerys asked.

“Like this,” Rhaenys said, settling in behind her and placing her hands on Daenerys’ hips.

The older woman physically moved her, teaching her how to ride her future husband.  He felt different in this position, but no less amazing.  Before long, she had gotten the hang of it, and she started riding him properly.

“More, more, more!” Daenerys cried as she went, half out of her mind with pleasure as she raced towards her peak.

“Daemon’s cock isn’t the only thing you can ride,” Rhaenys purred in her ear. “Let me show you.”

Without another word, Rhaenys crawled over to him and moved to position a knee on either side of his neck.  Before Daenerys could ask what she was doing, the brunette lowered herself down until her cunt was right on his mouth.  Her eyes widened as she watched Daemon start to feast on Rhaenys’ folds.

“Oh fuck, you’re amazing!” Rhaenys groaned as he pleasured her.

Daenerys sped up as she continued riding Daemon’s cock, enjoying both the incredible sensations he was causing her and the spectacle before her.

“I clearly have a lot to learn,”she thought to herself.

Rhaenys pulled her in for a kiss as they both rode Daemon, and Daenerys melted into her embrace.  When the other woman reached up to cup one of Daenerys’ breasts, she moaned and did the same.  The feeling of the warm, soft, yet firm mound in her hand was exciting, and Daenerys wasted no time at all gently pinching the pink nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Ah, just like that,” Rhaenys sighed.

Daenerys grinned up at her and leaned down to take one of her nipples between her lips, sucking on the nub, while Rhaenys snaked her hands around her head to hold her tight.  Her movements as she rode Daemon were growing more erratic as she neared her peak, and she pulled away from Rhaenys for fear that she might bite her when she came.  The pressure growing inside her was immense, and she just knew that this orgasm was going to be incredible.

“What’s...ah...wrong?” Rhaenys asked, clearly close to cresting as well.

“So...close!” Daenerys cried, making Rhaenys laugh.

Daenerys’ hips were a blur as she rode Daemon harder and faster, trying desperately to reach her climax.  In her pleasured haze, she had stopped riding him, as Rhaenys had taught her, and was just bouncing on him frenziedly.  With such erratic movements, she changed the angle on which she rode him more than once, and on one hard descent, she felt him slip inside something deep inside her that gave her pause.

It was a lightning strike to her brain, as pleasure beyond imagining flooded her entire being.  She heard screaming in the distance that she only belatedly realized was coming from her.  Rhaenys caught her as she fell forward, her whole body convulsing in ecstasy.  Fluids erupted from her cunt, soaking Daemon and the bedding under them.  Wondering what those fluids were was her last thought before her world went black.

*****

“Harder!” Rhaenys cried, throwing her arse back against Daemon as he pistoned in and out of her dripping cunt.

Seducing Daenerys and fucking her together had been even more fun than she had imagined, and though the younger woman had passed out on them, neither was anywhere near ready to stop for the day.

“Gods, I love you,” Daemon murmured in her ear, making her shiver.

“Of course you do,” Rhaenys said haughtily, smirking back at him and gesturing to where Daenerys still slept.

“Now just because of the other women, though gods, I love that too,” Daemon chuckled.

“Hmm,” Daenerys moaned softly as she woke up and rolled over. “Oh!  Oh, right.”

“Wel...ugh...welcome back!” Rhaenys cried, soaring towards her peak.

“I guess I fainted again,” Daenerys said.

“We’ll have to work on your stamina,” Daemon said, making the other woman blush.

“YES!” Rhaenys screamed as she came.

Daemon joined her a moment later with a groan, and the two of them writhed together in ecstasy as their orgasms coursed through them.  Rhaenys collapsed forward, burying her face in the pillows and grinning ear-to-ear.  Daemon pulled out of her and rolled over, resting on the bed as he panted for breath.  Daenerys just watched them both, seemingly still entranced by the sight of them fucking.  When Rhaenys had recovered, she looked over at the blonde and smirked at the look on her face.

“What happens now?” Daenerys asked, apparently having been waiting to ask the question.

“That’s up to you,” Rhaenys said. “With a little moon tea, we could ensure that there will be no consequences of what we did today, and we could go on as though this didn’t happen.”

“What if I don’t want to?” Daenerys asked. “Wait, did he finish inside me?”

“No, but it never hurts to be particularly careful with things like this,” Rhaenys said. “If you want us to do this again, we do have a proposal.”

“What is it?” Daenerys asked, the desire for more obviousin her voice.

Rhaenys grinned at how well this had turned out and began telling her about Viserys, Arianne, and Renly.