Lamb in the Dragon's Jaws [Daemon Targaryen x Alicent Hightower] - Poll Winner (Patreon)

Synopsis: The game of thrones is ruthless, but the game of fates is more devastating.

Young, filled with dreams and hopes. Alicent couldn’t silently accept being ‘sold’ off to the old, widowed King Viserys I Targaryen just to be his broodmare.

So she planned a naive escape from the predicament, which brought her to Daemon Targaryen's doorstep.

What happened next would remain the gossip of the realm for years to come.

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After the Queen's death, Otto Hightower, The King's Hand, made it clear that Alicent had to marry the King, no matter what. She hated the idea but saw one way out, ruining her own reputation so her father wouldn't use her. Her septa, one of her father’s many pawns, knew what was in store for her and guided her through what she should and shouldn’t do.

Alicent went through the motions, coldly feeling the doom seep in, bit by bit.

She decided to be defiled, but not by just anyone but by the rogue Prince, Daemon Targaryen. It was a terrible plan, but she knew it was the only way to stop her father. Especially when her father had so much disdain for that prince, and not one of the castle’s residents knew about it.

Perhaps being disowned would be better? She reckoned.

She remembered the Prince at the tourney, feeling torn. Recalling her brother’s defeat and her father’s anger with the Prince, it made her hesitate. However, she knew she had to talk to the Prince.

But amid the turmoil of the recent news of the Queen’s death in the Red Keep, she felt guilty looking at the girl beside her while trying to comfort her. Alicent feared losing Rhaenyra's friendship because of her betrayal. However, fearing for her future, she had to do it.

That very night, Alicent quietly left the castle grounds, grappling with her emotions and the weight of her decision. Sneaking out into the night, covered by a hooded robe she had taken from one of the castle guards. She knew where to find that man, but even if she didn’t want to step into such a place, she felt she had to.

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“The gods give, just as the gods take away… To the King’s son… The heir for a day.”

Alicent, hiding in the corner under her hood, found the Prince gathered around with his men in the brothel. There was an aura about him as if the Targaryens were really closer to gods than to men. His words carried arrogance, yet beneath the bravado, she sensed his turmoil. She could hear the slight emotions in his voice, the flippant dismissal, and anger towards the gods.

His presence was enough to make Alicent consider turning tail and rethinking her plan. However, it was too late; he had spotted her.

She hurried through the crowd, trying to bypass the revelers, all intoxicated on drink and flesh. None tried to stop her since they were all too busy with their own merry-making. The sight of it all made her uneasy, but she couldn't deny it was just another part of life, something her septa had drilled into her.

"Lady Alicent Hightower," Prince Daemon's arm suddenly blocked her path, his elongated tone dripping with contempt, "the Hand's spawn." Her birth sounded like a curse on his lips, and Alicent knew precisely why.

She glanced up at his towering figure from under her hood.

"My Prince," she replied, scrambling to find the right words. "That was... quite the speech."

Daemon eyed her suspiciously, wondering why a noble maiden who had never spared him a word suddenly sought him out in such a place. She tried to mask her nerves with flattery, but it wasn't fooling him.

He raised a brow, "What's a highborn lady like you… doing in a place like this?"

Alicent stumbled, her empty praise falling flat. But before she could gather herself, Daemon pressed on. "Did he send you here?"

"My p—"

"Your father, hoping to charm me, is he? Whoring out his own daughter? That’s a new low, even for Otto Hightower."

She couldn't afford to get riled up by the suggestion that her father would stoop so low. Well, he wasn’t truly wrong. It was just to a different man. The circumstance didn't allow her the luxury of playing coy either. To seize her opportunity, she needed courage, plain and simple.

"He wishes to wed me," her voice steady despite the turmoil within.

Daemon furrowed his brows.

"To the widowed King." Alicent rushed, blurting out her thoughts and worried that he might overthink her words.

"But I don’t want it. I've no desire to wear the crown. I thought His Grace wouldn't even consider me if…" She paused to catch her breath, cheeks flushed with shame. "If… you bed me first."

Alicent braced for an angered response, but she didn’t anticipate the Prince's laughter. His amusement, tinged with mockery, threatened to break down her resolve. Yet, as Daemon's laughter subsided, he spoke as his eyes observed her up and down.

"So you came here because you'd rather be fucked by me..." The idea brought a smirk to his lips, his tone a little pleased with himself.

The thrill of tournaments had lost its luster; his brother's attention was elsewhere, and chances to spend time alone with his niece were rare. Yet here stood an intriguing alternative.

Her brown eyes held depth, framed by auburn locks that cascaded down her back. Though lacking the Targaryen features of silver hair and purple eyes, she possessed an undeniable beauty. He imagined the soft sounds she might make as he loomed over her soft body, the way her lips would part and her eyes would shimmer with emotion.

But more than that, he envisioned the Hand's fury when confronted with the details of their encounter. Relishing the thought of Otto's escalating rage with each passing word; He could almost taste the victory.

Not wanting her to be discouraged by his blunt words and run away, he quickly moved closer to the girl, grabbing her wrist. Alicent flinched, almost wishing to jerk his hand off, but he pulled her closer, inches away from his face.

"All you had to do was say it." His voice was low, but his tone sent shivers down her spine.

Alicent felt a deep sense of embarrassment, yet she remained steadfast. Now was not the time to falter.

"I want you to bed me, Prince Daemon."

She was grateful her voice hadn't broken as she spoke, and to be honest, she was rather taken aback by her own words.

A smirk crossed Daemon's face as the cunning glimmer returned to his eyes. He didn’t say anything more and tugged at her wrist, pulling her along.

Flipping a Gold Dragon to a passing servant, he nonchalantly ordered with a grin, “Private room. Make sure everyone’s out. I’m keeping this one to myself.” He glanced at Alicent, then added, “For now.”

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He pulled her into a room. The heavy door closed with a soft thud behind them, enveloping them in privacy.

Shedding his leather outerwear piece by piece, he dropped himself onto an exquisite chair near the window. The moonbeams painted elongated shadows across his silhouette, casting a mesmerizing contrast against his silver locks and partially shadow-covered face.

The Prince, clad only in snug breeches, a billowing red tunic, and sturdy leather boots, sat with his legs opened wide, one leg on the armrest. His gaze wandered all over her figure while he took a sip of wine. Alicent’s eyes darted around as if she were making sure they were the only ones there, betraying her nerves.

Daemon was amused by the girl's expression; he couldn't help but smirk at her unease as she reluctantly started to speak.

"My Prin—"

"Did you tell anyone you came to see me?" he interrupted.

"I didn’t."

"Wouldn't that be defeating the purpose entirely? Your cunt of a father would be drowning in shame, though I must confess, it's a small triumph for me. Of course, if you were simply aiming for my brother to catch wind of it? You could have easily spread rumors without offering yourself up... My reputation precedes me anyway."

Alicent flustered even more. She realized what he was saying was correct. Her eyes darted nervously once more, confused of what to do, torn between departing or remaining, both ending up under his ridicule.

"I... I..."

Prince Daemon's smirk never wavered, his expression delightfully sinister as he observed the girl before him.

"Alicent Hightower, ever the dutiful one. Such a shame..."

"Perhaps… This was a mistake..." Alicent took a step back, only to fluster even more as she felt the hard wood of the door blocking her, plastered to her back.

"Perhaps it is…" The Prince said as he stood up, placed the goblet of wine on the table, and walked closer to Alicent. Eyeing the girl who barely looked him in the eye for more than a second. His face inching closer to her own as he reached her, his wine-scented breath caressing her flushed cheek.

"You came to take my night away. Might as well entertain me as I should be. You came to me and asked me to fuck you. I agreed. It’s too late to back out now... my lady.”

She stood there awkwardly, her cheeks ablaze as Daemon kept talking. She felt like a young lamb caught by a predator. But this was no time to be shy. He was right; she had asked him to bed her, and now she should do what she came here to do.

"Wh—What would you have me do?"

"Unless you wish to be taken like a common whore… Strip. Let’s see this mistake of yours through."

She didn't have it in her to feel offended, thinking, perhaps she was no more than a common whore after all. This was her idea, and she had to go through with it. She simply nodded and complied.

She slowly removed her robe, revealing a single-piece green gown covering her slim figure and barely mature curves. Daemon eyed her up and down, observing her every move as if he were measuring her worth.

Her trembling fingers tugged on the strings of her dress, loosening it gently to reveal the smooth skin of her alabaster neck. Her dress slid down her curving body, caressing her budding bosom through the last thin barrier on her body. Her shift loosely hung on her shoulders, threatening to be blown away by the night breeze from the window. The thin layer did very little to cover up her lithe figure, almost see-through.

She paused for a moment, still nervous and confused.

“Go on,” Daemon urged, his deep voice sounding more like an order.

As the shift fell off, he could see the smooth, creamy skin of her bare breast, decorated by her rosy pink areolas. The contrasting shadows on her body emphasized her slim curves as they hugged her bare figure and caressed the curve of her hips down to her legs.

She kept looking down, blushing out of humiliation. However, her hands covered her budding bosom in an instinctual need to hide.

"Look at me," he whispered, his voice a soft command as he gently lifted her chin with a fingertip, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Once her innocent brown eyes met his cold gaze, Daemon leaned down and parted her lips with his tongue. He crashed his lips into hers, and Alicent almost let out a gasp.

With tender urgency, he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking hers with an insatiable hunger. Alicent's breath caught in her throat as she surrendered to the intoxicating sensation, her heartbeat echoing in her mind.

His tongue traced the shape of her lips. He savored the innocent sweetness of her nervous breaths, each one a whisper of purity against his tongue. It was clear that she had never experienced a heated kiss like this before, especially from a man who knew what he was doing. Her tongue was hesitant and uncertain, as if it had frozen at the moment.

She was warm and sweet, exactly the type he loved to ruin.

As Daemon explored the depths of the lady's mouth, his hands found their way around her waist, drawing her closer to him. She shuddered at his cold touch on her bare skin. Her own hands trembled as they still tried to cover her budding bosom.

Time seemed to stand still, their breaths mingling in the air between them. When they parted, both felt breathless. Alicent’s eyes had a look of yearning for more from the first taste of sin.

"My Prince, that was..."

"Daemon. Tonight, 'Your Prince' is but a formality, isn't it, Alicent?"

"Yes, D-Daemon. That was… wonderful." She looked up at Daemon with eyes full of craving, gaining another chuckle from the Prince.

"Silly girl, we haven't even started yet."

Once he set Alicent free from his grasp, he quickly discarded his red tunic and sat down on the edge of the platformed bed in the middle of the room.

"Come closer."

The Prince commanded, opening his legs a bit wider at the edge of the bed.

Alicent came closer and stood in front of him, breasts heaving and lips parted, when the Prince dug his fingers into the sides of her waist and pulled her between his legs.

A sly grin was plastered on Prince Daemon's face. “Such soft, spotless skin,” he said as his fingers traveled all over her soft hips and fleshy ass. “Pure as a virgin… Do you even know what you’re doing?”

"Of course, I-I do..." she flustered, almost wanting to yelp from the way he grabbed her bottom.

Daemon pulled her down, throwing her on the large, soft platform bed full of pillows and cushions in the middle of the room.

"Show me then ... show me how far you know about fucking,” he added as he lifted her feet off the edge and made her spread her legs for him, prying her keens open with his hands.

Alicent could feel her face warming up crimson red, trying not to focus on his line of sight. However, the way his eyes glinted as his gaze crawled down her body, focusing on her bare mounds for a moment, then down her heaving belly; She knew he was looking down towards the entrance of her womanhood.

“Such beauty. I never knew you had been hiding something as beautiful as this,” Daemon praised as he saw her rosy pink petals, so pure and untouched she barely had any hints of hair below.

“Now, show me, Lady Alicent Hightower, how much do you know about the pleasures of fucking?”

Alicent was momentarily confused, but she finally got the true meaning behind his words. One of her delicate hands moved down from her creamy breasts, tickling her own belly with the tip of her fingers, and finally found its way to her entrance. Her fingers paused for a moment, still a little hesitant.

“Go ahead,” he said in amusement.

She positioned her right hand around her clit, stroking gently. Slowly, her lower lips began to salivate, aiding her fingers to feel the silky brush against her sensitive spot. Alicent closed her eyes and bit her lip, trying to suppress the small moans that started to escape. She knew Daemon was watching her, but she felt the shame slowly and surely turn into a tingle of thrill in her belly.

She stroked her petals lovingly, feeling the tingle creep up her body and tickle her hardening nipples. The way he looked at her as she played with herself made her want to please him even more.

“Well, you’re not wrong, but surely you know… This is where it matters most.” Daemon’s voice suddenly echoed as he moved. “Hmm… Tight. Just like how I thought it would be.”

Alicent let out a small whimpering gasp as she felt a sizeable calloused finger start to peak in between her most secret place. Not one, but two cold fingers caused obvious contrast in her heated core, making her feel every inch of it invade her womanly secrets.

“Ahh… Prince… Daemon Nah—No…!” Her hips squirmed in surprise delight.

“I told you to call me Daemon. Keep going… Let me see how you enjoy it, Alicent.”

Alicent couldn’t stop. This was the first time she felt stinging pain and pleasure take over her very being. The more his fingers curved and wiggled inside her, the more she wanted to flick and play with her own kernel of pleasure. “Ahh… ahh…”

The hunger building up inside her was overwhelming. Her hips and ass started to move beyond control. She wanted more and more of that heavenly feeling to engulf her entirely.

The other arm that kept covering her bosom started to clench, realizing that her sensitive nipples also wanted attention. She kneaded her own breast in wicked fervor while her other hand massaged her wet, little nub.

Daemon aided her with two fingers, slowly sliding in and out, letting his fingertips caress the wet walls of her furnace. He enjoyed watching her squirm on the bed, watching her recklessly moan as she pleasured herself. But this was only the beginning.

His hand moved faster and faster, plunging in deep, almost reaching her very core.

“Ahh… Nahh-no! I can’t… I…” Alicent struggled to keep control of her loins. The feeling of something trying to break free stiffened her body up, her back arching as the junction of her thighs went up with tense strain. Alicent had to grit her teeth to stop herself from crying out in pleasure, but the flushed ecstasy on her face was obvious to Daemon.

“Yes, you can, little lady… let go, feel it. Do it! Fuck yourself.” Daemon muttered as he smiled maliciously and pulled out his fingers.

Alicent felt the sudden loss in her loins, but her thirst couldn’t be stopped. Her own fingers move in to take Daemon’s place, plunging into her drooling, tight depths. Now, knowing every place that felt good, she stroked all the right places—taking control of her own orgasm.

“AAhh! Ahhh!” Her back arched once more, straining to reach that last inch of pleasure.

Her creamy belly clenched, and goosebumps emerged from her soft skin. She shoved her fingers deep inside, releasing an incredible climax. Her juices drenched the sheets, still slowly sliding in and out of her. The pressure of her palm on her clitoris kept her pleasure up high in the heavens.

She finally reached that wonderful release, drenching her own hand wet and sticky. After all that, she weekly laid on the bed, drenched with sweat and her own nectar.

A few moments later, Daemon stepped back and said, “Such loud cries… This is certainly your first time. Get up!”

Her eyes shot open. She was at a loss for words. Had she messed up somehow and upset him? Was this the end? She stared at the Prince, her confusion visible on her face.

"On the floor, on your knees,” Daemon commanded as he stripped down to his bare skin.

Then the realization hit her, causing her to flush even more. It was all too overwhelming, yet she found herself with no alternative. Yielding to his demand, she complied, sliding off the bed and sinking to her knees in front of him.

She came face to face with the Prince's hardened erection. It was larger than she had expected. But she couldn’t dwell on it any longer as the Prince grabbed her chin and forced her to look at him. Then his thumb brushed against her flushed lips, evidence of all her own bites.

"Go on."

Alicent felt her heart beating faster as she slowly wrapped her fingers around his cock, giving it a tentative squeeze. Then she tried moving her hand, now coated with the nectar of her own loins, up and down his length.

"Your mouth, use it." The Prince soon grew impatient.

She leaned forward and cautiously wrapped her lips around his hot, throbbing shaft. Slowly allowing his iron-hard manhood to slide into her petite mouth, almost choking her and causing her to cough.

But she wasn't allowed to struggle as Daemon's fingers delved into her hair, entwining themselves in the cascade of her auburn locks, a silent declaration of possession and intensity.

"Careful with those teeth." He said before he started pulling her head up and down his cock.

He started slow, but the desire burning in him began to blaze. His lengthy cock struck the deepest part of her throat. He felt the warm suction of her mouth on his cock as she tried not to choke, her eyes watery as she gazed up at him. The way she fully submitted gave him even more of a thrill.

By the time he started to feel the twitch in his family jewels, he was fucking her slobbering little mouth with intense thrusts. Such wild plowing that he almost choked her a couple of times, but he didn't stop, only slowing for a bit to give her a chance to breathe before continuing his harsh movements.

Eventually reaching his climax, his sticky seeds filled her mouth, filling her throat and coating her tongue.  After one last, deep thrust and letting his throbbing cock sit there with the last bursts of white cream coming out, he finally took his cock out.

Alicent's swollen lips and eyes pooled with tears were a truly beautiful sight for him.

"Swallow it," he ordered, and Alicent obliged. Her expression betrayed a sense of surrender, too, in her yearning to object to anything he asked.

"Such a good girl, Alicent. You are a natural at this." he suddenly said as he pulled her off her knees and sat on the bed, letting her sit on his lap with her back against him.

She was still panting with shallow breaths, suddenly turning even more breathless as she felt his hands run up her belly, cupping both of her perky mounds and massaging them. He pinched one of her hardened nipples between his fingers while the other hand went back down between her spread legs.

Both his knees kept her legs open wide, stopping her from struggling to close them in embarrassment. His fingers quickly went to her drooling cunt.

He raised a brow at the girl and whispered in her ear. "Turns out the young Lady Hightower is nothing but a little whore after all. Look how wet you are," he said as he pulled out a few strings of her sticky nectar with his fingers and showed it to her.

She didn’t get a chance to react to his taunt when she suddenly felt his finger pressing against her entrance once more.

"Wh-what are yo-you doing?"

"Getting you ready for my cock."

“Ah. Umh… Umhh…” Alicent kept letting out little whimpers. It was not until he plunged the third one deep inside and flicked her wet nub with his thumb that she threw her head back and let out a loud moan. His third finger came out, and all attention was left on her lustful kernel of love.

Before she realized it, something else was poking her soaking pink portals, something much larger and girthier.

He was guiding his straining shaft, hard once again, inside her pussy as he parted her petals with his fingers, wide open. Her juices dripped onto his cock, oiling it up to fit her tight core.

His other hand held her hip as she slowly lowered herself onto him. It was slow for Daemon apparently, as when he was halfway in, all of a sudden, he pulled her down, letting their flesh collide and her ass press against his pelvis.

Alicent cried out, a melodious sound to Daemon’s ears.

A flicker of regret clouded her mind for a fleeting moment. Yet, the sensation swiftly dissipated, drowned out by the Prince's throbbing cock inside of her, stroking her silky walls, soothing her nerves and overwhelming her mind.

Slowly, Alicent’s thighs moved up before lowering herself down again. A moan came from her mouth as she felt his cock stretch her flesh to the fullest, churning her like butter.

Daemon's fingers dug into the flesh of her hips as he kept guiding her up and down. The sounds that came from her lips were whispers compared to the sounds of their skin colliding; they only got more frequent as the girl's movements slowed down, and he realized she couldn't keep up the pace.

Daemon noticed and quickly turned both their bodies around, letting her lean on the edge of the high platform bed. Her two legs stretched down from the perfect height of the bed, as he kept thrusting into her from behind.

He started picking up the pace, shoving his wild cock into her, thrusting with fervor, drawing agonizing, ecstasy-filled cries from the girl, no longer whimpers or soft moans. With Alicent screaming underneath him, he wanted everyone to hear the prim and proper Lady Hightower go wild with lust, begging the rogue Prince to fuck her.

He opened her legs even wider with his feet, trying to shove in even more of his virile shaft as he leaned onto her back. Daemon grunted with every thrust, reaching that deep last wall in the tight cunt of a virgin. The way her muscles clenched and released by instinct truly made his knees tremble, building up a full release in his loins. He didn’t want this feeling to end, drowning in delight.

But soon enough, she was quivering beneath him, her muscles clenching so tight she was about to break apart.

"Ahhh… Daemon... Yess—My Prince, take me-eh!" She screamed in pleasure.

Her last barrier finally broke, causing her senses to scramble. For a moment, it felt as if her vision turned white. She heard a faint, long ring. Her salivating walls flooded once more, flooding onto his unstoppable cock. Her taut belly finally relaxed as she came back down to earth.

The way she clenched around him also brought the Prince to completion too, wrapping around him so tightly like the embrace of a goddess. Her hot nectar stroked his length like silk, beckoning him to fill up her need with his white seeds.

He had half a mind to pull out, but he lost any care since he could feel her small movements, swaying her ass in circles, trying to please him one last time.

With one last slam into her fleshy trembling ass, he sent his cream deep inside her. His cock jerked with a burst, drowning her insides. Mixed with her nectar inside, she was filled to the brim, with long white tendrils dripping to the floor.

They were left panting, flush against each other. Daemon took a few breaths to gather himself, letting his panting breath caress her sweating nape.

When he rolled off her, she quickly tried to struggle to her feet, but she paused for a moment, stopped by the feeling of cum mixed with a bit of blood flowing down her thighs and the soreness between her legs.

"What are you doing?” Daemon looked at the girl. Her face was flushed red, and her hair was a mess. All of it his doing, but he truly had no regret.

"I… Th-Thank you, Prince Daemon. I should leave you alone now. People will see us."

"Silly girl, come here. Clean up, and tonight you will sleep here. I’ll tell someone to get you some Moon Tea. If I were you, I would be more worried about what this Prince would say to your father at the small council tomorrow rather than worry about the gossip."

"You will say you laid with me?"

"I will say that I fucked you like a bitch in heat, and you liked it."

A smirk adorned his features again, casting a shadow of satisfaction across his face as he observed Alicent's reaction.