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The Fire Within Us -Chapter Eight

A/N: Scene Pic on top :just wanted to let you know ive tried to find the large windows of the Stone Drum Chamber in Dragonstone,where the Painted War Table of Westeros is located.And successfully I did and found it in Episode 7 and merged them with Daemyra in the brothel scene. ( you'll get what I mean when you're done reading it lol)

Warning: smUT

The Princess' eyes fluttered open, sunlight creeping inside the master bedroom of the castle.

She brings herself up and takes a look of the dragon engraving behind the bed; she loves the way it was carved, the castle was really meant for the Iron throne's deserving heir.

"Elinda?" She calls out to her handmaiden, but eventually finds a dress laid out nicely on the other side of the bed. She immediately slips it on, admiring it, and guesses it was specially made for her, made for a Targaryen.

"Elinda, can you help me with the laces? I find it hard to-" She groans dramatically, giving up and fixing her hair, making a simple braid.

After that, she fixes the bed herself and walks away, her eyes squinting to find anyone in the castle.

She looks everywhere before happening to stumble out.

And there, she found him, a meter away, eyes closed, breathing in the pleasant piney scent of Aegon's Garden.

She can almost faint at the sight of him, just standing in the garden path that is surrounded with wild roses.

He is just breathtaking, she can't deny it and butterflies start to form inside of her. She composes herself before calling out to him.

"Good morrow, Uncle."

Yet, Daemon didn't open his eyes, a smile forming on his lips the second he heard her sweet voice.

Rhaenyra manages to walk up to him, holding the dress in place with a hand on her chest, she curses once she trips on a pebble, kicking it away once she's an inch apart from her uncle.

"Ah, my Princess." She couldn't hide her pink cheeks once he settles his gaze to her, lifting her left hand, kissing the inside of her wrist instead of the traditional way men used to do.

This is his way of showing affection.

"Cut that out, someone might see!" She playfully wrenches away from his touch and he chuckles lightly.

She ganders anxiously around the garden and finally sighs in relief, relieved because they are alone.

"I have been calling out to Elinda this morning, but have not seen her, or anyone, I have looked everywhere,"

Once he hears her rambling, he slips away and Rhaenyra follows him.

"You do not need that lot of people when you are with me." He leads her to a wooden pergola and a table is placed in the center, food in all its glory. Her mouth nearly waters when her eyes catch her favorite, honeyed ham.

Then her soul retreats and she faces him again, her hand still clutching the bodice of her dress.

"Look, I appreciate all of this but I need someone to-"

She stops talking when Daemon moves away, and stops behind her, and Rhaenyra shivered when his hands touched the skin of her back as he made quick work of her laces.

Once he is done, he admires his work and places a sweet kiss on the exposed side of her neck, at the same time, loosening her braid.

"You think I cannot expertly tie dress laces?"

They smirk secretly, and she replies in an instant.

"Yes, because I thought you were only good at undressing me." This made him laugh and he kissed her silver hair.

"I bet you loved it when you saw it for the first time,.eh?"

He says, his warm breath hitting the back of her neck, referring to the dress she is wearing.

"Of course, I immediately knew it was from you."

She turns around and fixes her bodice in front of him and gives him a quick twirl while he smiles at her.

"You know, when you requested to come and learn here? It was a great idea."

He laces their fingers as the Princess looks up to him.

"Why do you say so?" She asks him quietly while he gently takes a handful of her bottom.

"Because we do not need to hide in the shadows, just for you to pounce and beg me to kiss you until dawn."

With that, in that very garden of the Conqueror, she finally pounces on him and her lips immediately lands on his.

Their days remained the same,and his belonged to hers.

Not a single person can see or know, and she understood why. Her game of self-discovery should not be witnessed.

And Daemon has brought themselves further deep, deeper than she can imagine.

It is the true meaning of want and he will make her want him and forget that cunt of a knight.

After all, it is that throne he desires.

"I don't understand..." The Queen mumbles under her breath.

"What?"

"Why did you let her go?"

Viserys sets down his goblet, turning to look at her, he hates the way her tone changes.

"I didn't want to fight, Alicent. Rhaenyra is hard to handle, you know that."

No one can tell if she's worried for her or not.

"And with him?" He can almost taste her bitter tone and the hatred she has for him.

"Daemon is impulsive, he only desires and cares for nothing but to piss you off everytime he comes back-"

"Daemon is family, my dear wife."

"What if he tries to corrupt her? Will you stand there and do nothing?" She protests.

He is the so-called Lord of Fleabottom after all.

He knew how much of a spoiled Prince Daemon was in his younger days, yet he was their mother's favorite.

Above all that, he loves him.

"They share the blood of the dragon." He finally answers after a short silence, Alicent isn't having it and storms away.

He'll never believe them, the gossip, the tales, the scandalous connection that everyone suspects between his daughter and his brother. Not until he sees them with his own eyes.

He is going to deny it because he knew it, by the way he looks at her.

He had brought the books he gave her, his brows knitted as he looks for something to read. She had requested it earlier after they dined, and said that she would not take too long to return because she will visit Syrax near the Dragonmont.

It did not take long to find the book he is now reading. He leans on the Painted Table, book in his hands as he reads in advance.

As Daemon was about to lift a page, Rhaenyra emerged before his hooded eyes, donning the sheerest sleeping robe he chose for her to wear days ago.

She walks slowly to him in a slow manner, dramatically shoving off the robe, revealing her complete nakedness to him.

She looks at him innocently, knowing he likes to see her hair free from those irritating braids.

His eyes skimmed from her legs, her waist, her slender arms, her firm breasts, her soft neck and up to her face, taking in every inch of her.

With that, Daemon gave her the softest smile.

"Gevie."

He gestures for her to come closer and she obliges, slightly shivering from the cold breeze coming from the tall windows of the chamber.

She stops shivering once his hands touch her bare waist, the pads of his fingers drawing little circles on her skin while he nuzzles his head on her neck.

Rhaenyra felt like she could fall. She feels his hand on the small of her back and that's all that keeps her standing.

She loves the way he kisses her neck and she lets her head fall back, tugging his short hair as she feels him exhale on it.

She smiles in satisfaction as the butterflies in her belly grow crazy inside of her.

The chamber's iron brazier is barely lit, making the perfect hue and he likes the way it illuminates her face.

His heart flatters all of a sudden when their eyes meet and he could not understand why, but he lets his mind drift and his hands continue to touch her perfect body.

"Turn around."

He murmurs into her ear and Rhaenyra turns around slowly, Daemon's eyes landing on her soft bottom, while he pulls her closer to him as he sits on the table.

His hand grips her waist, and he hoists her up, making her sit on him, her naked bottom touching his lap, her back facing his chest.

"Uncle..." She sighs as Daemon's skilled hands begin to knead her breasts, his nose breathing in the scent of her. She held onto his arm, gripping it as he tweaks her nipples, rolling them between his fingers.

"You said you would like to read tonight." His words kiss the side of her neck as he continues to make her nipples hard, making the Princess cling to him harder, her short legs tangling themselves on his.

"I don't want to..I..aaah.." Her voice dies out as he nibbles on her neck.

"You don't want to… what?" He whispers in her ear, enjoying the way she writhes against him.

So messed up by the pleasure he created on her breasts as he keeps kneading them, she didn't even notice his right hand sliding down, in a real slow pace, making sure to caress every inch of her skin, before reaching down to touch her down there.

Her eyes shoot open as his middle finger presses her virgin clit. She could not close her mouth from moaning as he moves his finger in circles and stops as he feels her move, her hips rolling instinctively. She thrusts herself forward, rubbing her cunt on his fingers, her sensitive pearl itching at the lack of attention.

Her hips imitated the rhythm of his fingers, rolling nonstop.

Her eyes flutter close. "I just…I just want you...to touch me..." She pants, rolling her hips harder again, seeking out the high she craves.

Daemon groans at the pleasure she created, and holds her neck.

"Sit still." His voice is low in warning, lips brushing the shell of her ear, his cock pulsating underneath his breeches, while his hand held her in place.

The Princess holds her breath when his fingers finally move, tracing her wet slit, moving up and unexpectedly, a lovely groan comes out from her mouth when his finger moves on her pearly nub.

The sound of her sensitive folds is the only sound that can be heard in this very room, his finger softly flicking her clit, and making her respond to his touch.

He enjoys it more than her, her small whimpers driving him insane.

"Please..." She begs, gripping the sleeve of his shirt, breathing hard as his two fingers move on her clit, drawing circles repeatedly.

She bit back a moan as he teases her, sliding his long fingers up and down making her head spin from the pleasure he built.

That is exactly why he had this castle unoccupied in the first place.

And she loved this erotic idea of his. Despite the consequences, she couldn't help but be consumed by him.

And the moment they touched each other, from the very first night in the throne room, she knew that Daemon would let her take whatever she wanted.

"Kostilus, Kepus..." She whines when he slips his fingers inside her cunt, slick with arousal, glistening under the faint moonlight coming from the windows.

Please,Uncle.

He parts her thighs even more, ignoring her plea, his fingers pushing her to the edge, making her back arch.

Rhaenyra let her head drop back to rest against his shoulder, gripping the table underneath, holding her release as he mercilessly moves his fingers back and forth.

It is impossible for her to hold it back, as he drives her crazy, leaning in to suck on her neck, his knees parting her thighs even more, the Painted Table creaking below them.

He does not care, and continues to rub her glistening pearl with his thumb, and his spare hand goes up to her left breast, kneading and rolling her nipple between his fingers.

"Yes, like that..." He says, obsesses over the sounds she is making.

"Now, say his name," He gently bit her earlobe, his fingers retreating to rub her swollen clit.

She tries to picture the knight in her head, but all she could ever think about is him, who is touching her right now.

"I...I don't think he could touch me the way you do..."

He can't believe it.

He is silent for a moment, still pleasuring her, as he waits for her to say something.

"He can never have me like this." She manages to say as she falls apart in his arms.

And that is all he needed to hear as he thrusts his fingers inside her again, her tight walls clenching as she writhes against his touch.

He won.

"You are made of fire," He whispers in her ear as he strokes her breast whilst his fingers begin to move faster.

"But when I touch you, you turn to water."

He earns a sweet moan as he fingers her continuously, satisfied at the fact that he made her forget that cunt of a knight.

She is close, he can tell because she is now dripping wet, from his hungry touches.

"Cum, sweetness..." He tells her, pinching her swollen nipple, her breast slightly pink by his kneading.

"Dracarys."

He smiles as he feels her release, his fingers dripping wet while Rhaenyra handles her orgasm, breathing heavily.

He withdraws his fingers from her cunt, and she whimpers at the loss of contact, like it is where they belong.

He kisses the side of her head, stroking her body, handling the aftermath of her release, as he helps her down from his lap.

She wants to drag herself to bed, exhausted, but changes her mind when Daemon gently lays her down on the Painted Table, the wood warm against her skin.

The night is still young.

She blushes when he brings his fingers to his mouth, tasting her sweet juices.

She brought her arms up, circling it around his neck as he climbed up the table and settled between her parted thighs successfully; the table is strong enough to hold the both of them.

"Touch me again, please..." She begs again, and he happily obliges as she holds his head to her chest, his mouth sucking her hard nipples.

"Kepus..." She whimpers once again as his fingers return to rub her swollen clit, still pulsating like the way it did earlier.

Uncle.

He thrusts his fingers into her again, whilst kissing her breasts, nibbling on her soft creamy skin.

"Do not stop..." She whines as she takes in the rapid movement of his fingers.

"Never."

He fingers her drenched cunt as the hearth dies, and that is exactly how he wanted to take her, wrapped in darkness, as she writhes and begs for him to touch her over and over again.

She clings to him, and even if the fire died, the fire within them burned brighter than ever.

Shout-out to: @nyctophilic0vitnir , @grandlovescheme and @firefly-graphics

Thank you @nyctophilic0vitnir (go to her page pls, there's a lot of fics waiting for you to read them), for the support and encouragement,for checking and correcting the errors of this piece, and for your time and effort. I appreciate you!❤

Thank you @grandlovescheme (go to her page or her A03, type in her name ⬆️) for the support and encouragement, I appreciate you bestie!💗

And credits to you @firefly-graphics , the dividers are pretty cool!! Pls Follow ⬆️❤

Daemyra gif thats somewhere in the middle of this chapter: credits t0-> @alicent-targaryen

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