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lovsalvatore · 1 year

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Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Summary: Wanda hates the way she feels when she loses, so she finds a way to make herself feel better by playing with you however she wants.

Warnings: +18, Minors DNI! smut, fingering (r receiving), vibrator use (r receiving), face riding, edging (a lot), orgasm denial, choking, bondage, a bit of degradation, praising, pet names, squirting, overstimulation.

Word count: 4k

a/n: got carried away by this one ✰ masterlist

"Are you sure this is your first time playing this game?" Wanda asks you, the scoreboard on the TV screen showing that you've beaten her for the fourth time in a row.

"Uhum." you reply innocently, suppressing a smile as you notice her shifting uncomfortably on the couch. You know she's pissed off by the fact that you won in the game, and you also know it won't be long before she does something about it. "Who knew I would be better than Wanda Maximoff at something, huh?"

"You only won because I let you win." she mutters, tossing the controller onto the coffee table. Your girlfriend has this personality trait that makes her feel superior to everyone, let's say she's a narcissist, or rather, presumptuous. She hates to lose, regardless if it's just a video game. So you beating her over and over again made something inside her bubble up in anger, and she really is trying to act normal, but your comments sometimes don't help. "If I really wanted to, I would have won."

"Wanda, you never lose." you move closer to her on the couch, your legs touch and her muscles tense as you throw your arm around her neck. "Not even on purpose."

You stare at her, and see how her jaw clenches, and how her gaze darkens when she looks back at you. You hate admitting you love it when she acts that way, you hate the fact how wet you get when she gets mad. But at the same time you love it. You just love the way she takes it all out on you so mercilessly. You love how she makes you feel. "Am I gonna have to repeat myself?" she says in a firm voice, raising one of her eyebrows. "I took it easy on you, next time I'll go harder."

"Aw, someone doesn't know how to lose." you keep pulling her deeper into this feeling of fury, playing with a lock of her hair with your fingers. "It's normal, not being the best at everything, you know?"

It is in fact normal, for everyone but Wanda. She despises having weaknesses, and of course when she asked you to play video games in her apartment she didn't know you'd be this good. She would never play with you if she knew you were going to beat her, and even though she says she lost on purpose, you both know that's not true. Maybe this is the first time you've shown yourself superior to her in something, and that for Wanda is like a nightmare. At first you thought it was just her way of wanting attention, but over time you realized that this is who she really is, and you know that nothing is going to change that, and to be honest, you wouldn't even if it were possible.

You expect her to do something, you can't wait for her to ruin you. Just as you open your mouth to continue your game of pissing her off, one of her hands wraps tightly around your throat, the fingers on the side of your neck making a pleasurable pain as she digs her nails into your skin. "Don't be stupid darling. It's my game, do you really think I'd lose on purpose?" she says very close to your face, making you feel her breath hitting your mouth. She smiles, seeing you struggle to breathe properly. "What? Is it hard to breathe?"

You manage to get some air into your lungs when Wanda moves to sit on your lap, straddling your legs. But soon her grip is back, and this time even tighter. "I want to play with something else now." it's like you're in a staring contest. Wanda loving seeing you submissive to her, feeling her own arousal growing at the thought of all she wants to do to you. And you, just waiting for her to finally do it. "Will you let me play with you?"

Even with her hand around your neck you manage to giver her a small nod, your eyes definitely glistening at the thought of her using you like a toy. "Oh baby, I know you will, you never say no to me, do you?" her other hand begins to make a trail through your body, until it reaches the hem of your pants, where she begins to unbuckle the belt around your hips. "You talk, and you talk about me, but I'm sure you don't like to lose either."

Nobody likes to lose, but there are some people who overreact to it more than others, and you're certainly not one of them. You don't mind feeling inferior to Wanda, in fact she always reminds you everyday who's in charge, and you have no choice but to agree with her. You do whatever she says, whenever she wants, and wherever she wants.

You can feel the blood rushing to your head, trying to keep you conscious. You know if she keeps her hand there for even a few more minutes you're likely to pass out. But would that really be a bad thing though? "Wouldn't it be funny if I ended up not giving you what you want?" you don't know the weight those words carry, all you can process is the fact that you can finally breathe when Wanda takes her hand away from your throat. "I bet you would hate that." still a little airy from finally being able to breathe, you stare at her biting your bottom lip as she begins to pin your wrists together using the piece of leather, leaving a bit of the length out so she can hold the belt in her hand.

She ties tightly, making it impossible for you to move your hands. You learned a while ago that she loves to see you like this, totally surrendered to her, but you didn't know that you would like it as much as she does. "Did your stupid little brain forget what words are honey?" she asks noticing how long you've been silent.

"N-no." you stutter, looking away from her face. "But it's hard to talk when there's a hand around your neck, you know."

With a strong tug on the belt she pulls your body off the back pillow of the couch, making your faces inches apart. "What was that?" you hiss looking at your wrists — which are starting to turn slightly red — but with her free hand Wanda holds onto your jaw forcing you to look at her "We're not going to do that today, are we?"

You know by that she means not to act like a brat, which you love to do. You always want to see her on edge, not caring if she ends up taking it out on you or not, in the end you are always there to satisfy her in any way she wants. "I was just telling the truth." you shrug, already expecting a slap against your cheek, but nothing comes, instead Wanda just sighs heavily, getting off your lap. "Wanda-." you stare at her with a confused look as she starts to walk out of the living room towards her bedroom. You think about following her, but since she didn't ask you to just sit on the couch waiting for her to come back.

You try to ease some of the tightness around your wrists by moving your hands together, but it doesn't do much. Moving your thighs you can already feel how wet you are with just that little interaction between you and your girlfriend, it's even a little embarrassing. Wanda can just wink at you that you're already going to be melting for her, and that just makes her already huge ego swell even more.

You get more and more impatient wanting her to do something soon, normally it doesn't take that long to piss her off, but today it seemed like for the first time she had a bit of patience. She let you beat her four times before finally saying she was tired of the video game. That was unusual.

You're so focused on your thoughts that you don't even notice when Wanda walks back into the same room as you, pulling out the bottom of the couch to turn it into a sofa bed. With that same dark look from minutes ago she pulls your ankles, making you lie on your back, and you just let her, like the doll you are. "Why don't we play a game?" with a quick act she removes your pants along with your underwear from your body, leaving you fully exposed. "One where it only ends when I lose."

She makes a point of emphasizing the 'I' in the sentence, her eyes going from your face down to your totally bare sex. "Oh baby, you're already soaked." you want to ask what the game is, curiosity of what awaits making your heart race. But all you manage to do is get a dumbfounded expression on your face, mouth slightly open as her hand begins to caress your inner thigh. "I haven't even done anything to you yet."

You feel embarrassed by the tone she uses, as if she's making fun of you. You try to close your legs to hide your state, but she sharply tightens your knee, a signal for you not to continue with the act. "Nuh uh."she scolds you, moving her hand up again. Along with her delicate fingers you also feel something else against your thigh, and looking down you can see the toy in your girlfriend's hand, slowly moving up between your legs. "I only lose when..." you squirm a little as she presses the vibrator against your clit, the toy still not on, but sending shivers all over your body. "...only when you come."

You look at her with a desperate look, not really paying attention to the rules of this game she just made up, just begging her to make you feel better. A snarky smile graces her lips when she finally turns on the vibrator, you automatically throw your head back when finally what was bothering you is relieved. "Does my baby like this?" you nod your head, your eyes squeezing shut as she turns the intensity up to medium.

She spreads your legs apart to sit between them on top of the sofa, her other hand going under your shirt to play with one of your nipples. "Fuck." you blurt out, cheeks flushed at the realization that you're already this close, and she hasn't even done much yet. She pinches your right nipple hard, lowering the toy to your entrance, then bringing it back up wetting the entire length of your folds with your own wetness. "Fuck... m-more, please."

"Oh you want more?" the buzzing just seems to get more intense on your nerve, feeling Wanda let the toy rest on top of your clit, with excruciating pressure. "Be careful what you wish for, bunny." she moves her hand to your other nipple, trapping it against her fingers, making you gasp. You open your eyes, meeting hers that study every expression on your face, how she loves to see you so expressively showing how she makes you feel.

"Please..." you ask for nothing in particular, and she chuckles as she lowers the vibrator to your entrance, and thrusts just the tip of it inside you. She does this over and over again, teasing you, as you only find yourself getting closer to the edge. Each time she brings the toy up to your clit your body flinches with anticipation for orgasm, but soon she's back at your folds again. "Please..." you ask again.

"Do you wanna come?" you nod frantically at her question, moving your hips up. "But this way I'm gonna lose the game dummy." she smiles harder when you whimper, turning your head to the side and trying to control all the heat inside you. But it gets hard when she doesn't stop playing with your pussy with the help of the toy in her hand, it's very hard not to come when the vibrations against your clit are now at their strongest intensity.

You bite your bottom lip hard not to moan, not to show her how close you are. But Wanda knows you, she knows very well how your body reacts to certain things, so it's obvious she knows you're about to release all the tension. "No." she whispers, but you ignore her. You swear you can taste blood in your mouth from the force you bite your lip, you're not sure if it's a real sensation or if your mind is making things up, you just start to feel all that pleasure come down to your stomach, but as soon as you finally feel it invading your whole body Wanda pulls the vibrator away from you, causing everything that was being built to go down the drain.

"No no, fuck, please Wanda... d-don't." you're on the verge of tears at her unexpected act, trying to take her hand in yours to pull the toy back to your sex. "Please please please."

"Aw, look at you." Wanda pouts at you, frowning upwards. "What's wrong sweetheart? Will you cry for not getting what you want? What a spoiled little thing."

You want to cuss her out loud, and you know exactly what she's doing. She couldn't win the video game, so she's going to make sure you don't get what you want too. "But I... I..." you try to hide the moan as she brings the toy back to your pussy, this time it's turned off, but she keeps moving it in circular motions on your clit that feels good all the same. "Please... I promise not to beat you at video games anymore... just please let me-."

You can't finish the sentence when suddenly the buzzing noise comes back to your ears, your eyes roll back, your back arches. "Let me what?" she asks knowing exactly what you want. "Use your words."

"Let me come... please I'll do anything you want."

She grinds the dildo against your pussy, the wet noises only turning you on even more. "Hm..." she hums, lowering her gaze to follow her movements. "I'll think about it." she slides the toy into your entrance, eliciting almost a cry of pleasure from you as you feel the vibrations inside you. It's just an inexplicable feeling, and you think this time she's going to let you go until the end, yes, you're stupid enough to think about that possibility. But when you open your eyes, stars are already forming in the corner of your vision, you feel that coil forming in your stomach again, and you're about to release it all, and again she abruptly pulls away, leaving you completely needy for her touch.

You don't even have the strength to complain this time, you just throw your head back completely exhausted, and not even your hands are able to do anything since they're trapped against each other. "That was the second one, wasn't it?" Wanda's voice sounds far away, and you just nod along with whatever she's saying. "Well you beat me four times, so I guess I can beat you four times too. Who knows even more."

And she does what she says. She plays with your body at least three more times. Pulling you very close to the edge, but every time she realizes that you are going to come she suddenly stops. You hate but love the feeling at the same time. She's never done anything like this before, and you know that if you ask her to stop, she'll stop, but you don't want to. You want her to keep going until you can't take it anymore, you want her to use you, you want her to keep abusing you the way she likes best. When she denies you coming for the sixth time you don't even know what words are anymore, your thoughts are blurred, and your head is spinning. "Fuck, you're such a messy little slut." she mumbles, tossing the vibrator onto the sofa, seeing your fluid running down your thighs. "Maybe if you help me I'll let you come later."

Just these simple words bring your senses back to normal, the thought of her finally letting you feel what you want makes you electrified. "Yes yes." you say with a smile. "Please, I'll do anything."

She crawls over your body, her hungry gaze making you feel things. "Yes?" she kisses you on the cheek. "Are you gonna be an obedient girl and let me fuck your face?" another kiss on your cheek, and another quick peck on your lips. "Are you gonna make me come in your mouth?"

You nod, and she smiles proudly. "That's a good girl." you melt with the praise, and Wanda moves on top of you, straddling your face with her legs as she slowly lowers her sex into your mouth. "Go ahead baby, make me feel good."

You stick your tongue out, giving the first lick to her folds, getting a whine out of her. Her taste invades your mouth at the same speed as she starts to move her hips over your face. You stick your tongue inside her entrance trying to get even more of the wonderful taste before turning your attention to her clit, sucking it hard. "Fuck... just... like that." her hand grips the strands of your hair, and you want to grip her thighs to keep her still but your arms are unable to move right now. She grips your hair tightly, and you can feel the trail of drool running down your chin when you look up, meeting the sight of her breasts fully exposed as she throws her bra over her shoulder. "Y-yes, keep going, don't fucking stop."

You don't even know it's you or her doing all the work anymore, she holds the locks of your hair tightly in her fingers, forcing your head still as she fucks your face. Her breathing is labored, and you can feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm. Wanda looks down to find you with your eyes closed as you enjoy the moment, loving the feel of her in your tongue. "Eyes on me." she demanded, pulling the strands of your hair. "Yeah, uhum, look at me while I come all over your mouth."

That feeling between your legs had already stopped bothering you because you were worried about something else now, but it was enough for her to look directly into your eyes and it all came back like a bus crashing against your body. You move your thighs in an attempt to alleviate this, while continuing to move your tongue back and forth, sucking her nerve every now and then, trying to make her as crazy as she makes you. You wanted to do the same, stop as soon as she was close, but you're not crazy enough to try, and all you want right now is to make her come, because you know that after that she'll make you feel better.

With just one more forward movement of her hips Wanda climaxes, throwing her head back as she slowly releases your hair. You continue with your work, sucking all of her wetness until her thighs close around your head. She shivers as you follow her clit, trying to prolong the moment for her. But Wanda already had what she needed, and so she finally rolls off of you, running her hand over your chin to clean the residue from her and your own drool. "You did so good." she opens your legs again, positioning herself between them as she picks up the toy from the couch again. "I guess you deserve it now."

She doesn't wait to turn the vibrator on full blast and press against your already sensitive clit while two of her fingers tease your entrance. "Oh bunny, sorry I left you like this." she comments on how wet you are. "It's just that you needed to know what happens when you try to be better than me at something."

"Sorry." you whimper, shifting beneath her.

"Ah, you already proved that you're sorry, it's okay, I'll make you feel better now, don't worry."

With a firm thrust she pulls both fingers inside you, while pressing on your clit with the toy. You groan, smiling as you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Wanda stares at you mesmerized, watching your chest rise up and down as you let her do you good, now for real. "You're so cute." she starts to fuck you faster with her fingers, pulling them in and out mercilessly as you concentrate on trying not to come right away. "I know you want it, you don't have to hold back this time, I already made you wait."

It takes exactly two seconds for you to finally peak, pure ecstasy invading every muscle in your body as you come. “Yes, that’s it, so good for me.” you take a deep breath as Wanda continues to fuck you hard with her fingers, overstimulating you with the vibrator. “You held it six times, I think you can give me at least three, right baby?”

You shake your head from side to side, trying to push her hands away with your hands, but she ends up letting go of the toy to hold the piece of leather, looping it twice around her palm before pulling your wrists towards her, preventing you from moving your arms. “Hold still.“ your eyes start to fill with tears, and you think you won't last that long. She stops her fingers inside you, curling them and hitting your g-spot, making you moan loudly, your throat even hurts. Her thrusts are like music to your ears, her palm slamming against your clit making you convulse every time it happens. “One more? Please?” she asks you with innocent eyes, and you end up giving in, starting to feel numb with so much stimulation. “Oh fuck yeah baby, just one more I know you can do it.”

“Wait… wait!” you move your legs, trying to pull her away, but she grabs your thigh, sitting with her knee on top so you stay still. “No, I… I can't… Wanda I can’t-.”

“Yes you can.” she adds another finger, the pressure of her knee against your thigh hurts, but the way she fucks you hard, without mercy, takes your full attention. “I'm just giving you what you wanted, you were close to tears when I didn't let you come, so you actually have to thank me now, go ahead.”

You take a quick look down, seeing her fingers abuse your hole while your wrists are almost in a purple coloration from the way she tightens the leather around them. “T-thank you.” you manage to sigh the words, slowly all the energy in your body evaporating. “Thank you for letting me come.”

You try to hold on to your third knowing the mess you're going to make, closing your eyes to concentrate on it. Her three fingers slamming so deep inside you it feels like she's going to rip you in half, you think about how she's got you to hold on the other times, and how good she's been at making you come multiple times now. You want to show her that you're good too, but at the same time you're scared of seeming so desperate for her touch.

“Don't hold it.” Wanda demands. “Come on, show me what a good slut you are, make a mess, come for me.”

Her words are the last straw for you to show how embarrassingly good she makes you feel. Wanda smiles watching you squirt into her hand, wetting some of the bedclothes beneath you as she continues with her movements. You didn't even know you could do this, but even though it looked embarrassing it felt really good. So fucking good you would love to do it again. “Oh fuck, that was so hot.” she comments by slowing down the acceleration of her fingers inside you. "See? I knew you would make it, you did really good, I’m so proud of you.”

It's the last thing you hear before everything goes black. Apparently all of this was too much for your body.

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bohemian-nights · 6 months

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Would it be too far to ask for a follow-up HC on what happens during Daemon and Rhaena's wedding night?😬 It's like a morbid curiosity now. I feel like I'm watching a train wreck, but I can't look away 🫣

🤭Rhaemon wedding night headcanons💍😈

Oh man so where do we start 😈

Okay so the whole time they are exchanging vows Rhaena feels like she’s having an out of body experience.

She feels like she should’ve ran away as soon , but her feet moved her forward rather than back. Like there was an invisible rope pulling her to him.

To be honest she mostly blacks out the ceremony.

She doesn’t even remember saying anything, doesn’t remember when she cut herself to combine their blood(lol is that even needed she’s like half of him already, literally), only when he presses her flush against him and then leans down to press his lips to hers does she come back to her body.

It’s not a chaste kiss. Daemon manages to catch her by surprise and slips his tongue inside her mouth. Swiping his muscle across the roof of it causing her knees to buckle. It’s her first kiss. Her first real proper kiss, but it’s over. She’s grateful for that because she about feels like like she wants to melt into a puddle of goo or run away.

By then of course it’s too late to object or run away. She’s his and he’s hers for the rest of his days(well as long as the marriage is consummated, but Rhaena knows she won’t be able to get away from that).

She can’t speak. She can barely walk. She’s leaning most of her weight on her new husband, but he doesn’t seem to mind it.

He’s gone quiet too as he's taking to just staring down at her. Watching her for any signs of discontent. For half a second he regrets it when he sees the worry on her face, but that regret fades when she asks him in a quiet voice, noticing that they are not heading in the opposite direction chambers, where he’s taking her.

That perks him up. He leans down to whisper in her ear that they are heading for their chambers. Which are his. He’s moved all her things there. He could have her stay in her old ones or find some closer to his, but he’d never admit, he’s been lonely. He knows she’s been lonely.

That distance between them has grown to be the size of a mountain, but that ends now.

Daemon knows it should have ended long before this night. Maybe if it had ended they wouldn’t be making their way to his bed chambers with the intention of him taking her, his own daughter’s, maidenhead, but here is where they are.

He can’t say he regrets it really and the thought of some other man or some unworthy green boy whose balls have just dropped doing to her what he is going to do makes his blood boil and pull her into his arms. Scooping her up to carry her the rest of the way(which is just around the corner).

Upon arrival, she tries not to look around as he sets her down and kisses her. This one is like the kiss they shared in the library the other day. Perfectly chaste, but lingering all the same.

He pulls away from her, brings a hand to stoke down her cheek, tells her he will be back soon, and then he leaves her. Ordering a pack of maids to ready her.

Alone with them Rhaena doesn’t speak a word. Her mind has been in a fog and everything hits her all at once.

She’s married to her father. She’s always wanted his attention, his affection, his love, but now she’s gotten that and then some.

They shouldn't be doing this. She can't be a part of this. Why must his love come at this cost(why does she not say anything)?

It’s wrong. It’s so very wrong.

She wants to cry, but she can’t because she doesn’t want her companions to feel sorry for her. They are already giving her pitying looks. It would be too much to bear if she broke down.

She thinks about paying some fisherman to smuggle her to Driftmark, but if she does that Rhaenys(and Corlys) will surely kill him.

Despite everything despite even this, she loves him. Not in a way a lover would(at least not yet 😏), but she does love him and would be heartbroken if he died. He’s distant yes, cold most surely, but he’s always been there and she would not want him gone before his time at her hands.

She realizes that this might be wrong, but it would break her if she was away from him. If she was left without him. It's twisted and it's sick, but she's his, and even if her grandmother didn’t burn him alive like how her mother had burned herself she doubts if he was willing to go this far he’d be able to live without her.

So she resigns herself to accepting the fate that awaits her when her father returns.

Now Rhaena knows what the wedding night is for. She’s aware of the basics of how children are made. Baela has told her some things from her infrequent vista and she’s quite informative(a little too informative, but she knows her sister is just trying to comfort her and not make the business so scary).

She’s also had the misfortune or rather fortune to gaze at those Valyrian tapestries depicting hedonism and debauchery strewn around Dragonstones and a had a look or two through some of her father's more explicit novels.

Shamefully there is a tiny part of her that looks forward to the act.

She is lonely. She craves affection. To bear her soul to someone and have them bear her soul to her, but now she’s going to share that part of her with her father.

She doesn’t know what to feel. This little anticipation that causes her to feel heat to a place which should be dead to her father sends her into a slight panic. It's one thing to go along with this. To make herself into an innocent bystander to her father's less than paternal desires, but it's another to want it herself. To be just as perverted as him. Perhaps even more so since she's so desperate for his affection that she's willing to do this to not make a fuss about it when she should be running.

The maids have changed her into her a scandalously sheer nightgown and a robe to cover up her modesty(one that makes her wonder if he ever did this for her mother or if) when Daemon arrives back clothed in a robe of his own.

He regards her for a moment, their eyes met in her vanity before she shifts her gaze. The intensity of it(the black of his pupils over taken to is too much for her to try and wrap her head around. She’s thankful that he doesn’t go to her and instead goes to pour himself a drink. Ordering the maids to leave them.

An awkwardness falls over them as he down two glasses of dornish red in quick succession and she’s just sitting there.

Not knowing what else to say, Rhaena breaths in and breaks the lull by asking him if this set was indeed her mothers, Wringing her hands, eyes on her hands as she tries not to look at him, but she knows she had to say something. That this awkwardness between them can’t stand snd the inevitable will happen no matter how she doesn’t know how to feel or what to do.

He tells her no, that it’s a gift, for her. He takes another drink. Staring at her through the mirror and and asks her, How monstrous do you truly think I am Rhaena?

That causes her to turn around and to refute him that oddly enough she does not see him as anymore monstrous as before, but upon turning to face him she finds that he’s teasing her. A smirk his pale face and she herself starts to giggle.

That awkwardness gone. Relief flooding through her, but it too is gone just as quickly as it came when he beckons her to him. Obeying him with pit of dread in her belly, but she pushes it down.

This was her father. He may have made her into his bride, even for their family that was taking it too far, but he would never hurt her. She comforts herself with that thought. Letting it sink in.

He hands her a glass of wine with that smirk. She’s not particularly fond, of wine, but she accepts his offer. Hoping it will help to settle her nerves. His smile widens as when she gags at the taste.

I’ll find you something sweeter. He tells her reaching out a hand to stroke down her cheek and she nods. Continuing to sip on her drink as she feels the skin where he touched start to heat.

It’s innocent enough. Perhaps she can even imagine that they are just a normal father and daughter, but then those hands start to wonder and that darkness in his eyes which had cooled somewhat from his joke mere minutes before returned

His lips are on hers before she can think. Her emptying wine goblet falling to the ground.

The only warning she received is when his eyes had grown soft. Whispering that she was beautiful before leaning down.

This kiss is intense. More so than at the ceremony. Tongue tracing her wine stained lips and slipping into her waiting mouth again.

They had no audience watching them. No one to look at her with pity or disgust. She could forget the wrongness of it all and focus on the taste of him, it’s smoky something warm about and there’s the bitter taste of the alcohol but it was sweeter coming from his tongue. It’s overwhelming, but she doesn’t exactly mind it.

He only releases her for air and then kissing down her neck. Pulling the robe away from her body and sweeping her into his arms like in the hallway before.

She likes that a lot more than she’d ever care to admit. Feeling something wet pool between her thighs as he throws her onto his bed.

She tries to cover herself, she’s way to exposed, she’s practically bare, but he covers her with his body before she has time to act.

Rucking up her nightgown to resume his reign of kisses down her neck, her clavicle, her breasts(placing a kiss on each of her nipples but he doesn’t take them into his mouth to suckle on), her stomach, and finally just above that thatch of silver curls covering her womanhood.

She can feel his eyes on him. The warmth of his breath fanning her now soaked cunt which embarrassingly only adds to said wetness.

At this point, she’s looking anywhere but at him while his sole focus is on his trembling baby girl who is a beautiful mess in his eyes.

She’s panting, and shaking, overheated, trying to keep from moaning, to keep from losing it. From giving in. From pulling him closer, her brown fingers wanting to thread themselves between his strands to do so. From leaning into his touch which she desperately wants to do instead of laying there like a rag doll, but then he slaps her on the meat of her inner thigh.

It’s not a hard slap. Nothing that will bruise, but it’s close enough to where she wants him that it snaps her out of her own head. Forcing her to meet his gaze.

His eyes are completely black. All the color drained from them. She's the reason for that darkness.

The realization of that brings about a shiver that makes her flush with heat traveling straight down to her cunt.

Daemon doesn’t miss that. The sight or the smell of it with the his face being mere inches from it. Bringing a thumb down from her hip to feel her need.

He’s watching her. Shifting from her sopping womanhood to her face. He’s always watching her, she doesn’t think he’ll stop watching her and she doesn't want him to. It’s too much to think about.

The Gods will punish us. Rhaena tells him knowing it’s a moot point. They can’t go back from this nor, but she feels like she has to say it. To remind him, and herself that this isn’t normal or right. That they shouldn’t be doing this.

She wants it more than anything else, wants him more than anything else, has always wanted him even if not in this way exact way, but she’s got to be the rational one here. Someone’s got to object to this if only for appearances sake if nothing else. She can’t just let him take her without objecting to it.

Maybe if she objects he’ll stop. They won’t be able to go back to before, she’ll be heartbroken if he throws her out of his chambers, humiliated, but he can send her way and they won’t have to regret anything. Won’t have to worry about what comes after this. The uproar they will bring about from their sin.

It’s a painful line of thought, but she knows him.

He wanted as he always did a Valyrian bride he can mold.

Her elder cousin was too old now, to set in her ways to make her his wife. Helena was married, mad, and half Hightower and Baela was his darling daughter. He could not marry her, but he could marry the one who doesn’t love.

He’s settling for her. Just like he did with her mother.

Or maybe this is way of atoning for her death. Take the daughter he neglected just like he did the mother except this one was still living. This one he could make right. This one would give him he what he wanted.

Rhaena doesn’t know. She doesn’t want to know, but she knows he doesn’t really want her. That’s the precise reason she’s in his bed with her wetness dripping onto his dark sheets.

She begins to push him away, but he her ankle. His eyes still on her as he pulls her leg over his shoulder. Exposing her womanhood more to him growls out, To hell with the Gods. Your mine. You’ve always been mine.

His mouth engulfs her cunt the moment the last syllable of mine leaves from his lips.

He’s absolutely relentless. His tongue shifting between lapping at her lower lips, occasionally slipping inside her to gather her juices and sucking on her clit before finally settling on the latter.

He plunges his middle and ring finger into her heat. Finding that spongy spot in her that makes her forget everything except the feeling of this pleasure. Stretching her in preparation.

Daemon holds her down when she begins to shake. Taking in every little moan and whimper Rhaena makes. It doesn’t take her long until she’s cumming around her fathers fingers with his tongue around her clit.

Her mind is still hazy from her orgasm when he begins to kiss up her body.

He’s divested of his robe as well her gown now. She can feel every inch of his skin on hers. Warm, big and comforting. He radiates heat.

He’s not the largest man, but his frame dwarfs her and despite this being her first time, the first time she’s felt a naked man on her, the first time she’s been naked around a man, she feels safe in his arms. Like nothing can harm her here with him.

The warmth of his bare skin on hers isn't the only thing she feels😏

She feels her father's heavy cock resting on her thigh. Dangerously close to the place where he made her see stars. Still ready for him.

Rhaenas more curious than she is scared.

She wants to see it. To feel it. Reach down a hand to touch it. Maybe even do what he just did to her, but

She's in luck though because her daddy can tell that his baby girl is deliberating once more.

He takes her little brown hand in his pale one and moves it to his member. Using it to tug on the leaking shaft a few times.

Their eyes, both blown out from their lock. She can’t look away and neither can he when he asks her with her fingers wrapped around his cock, How monstrous do you find your kepa now?

It's wrong, those words are so wrong, what they are doing to each other goes against every God, but she can't help but flood or the whine she lets out.

It’s Rhaena this time that pulls him in for a kiss.

She’s become quite the little student, but he uses it as a distraction to line himself up with her center and push into her warmth.

He doesn’t want to give her anytime again to be at war with herself or to doubt him.

He’s slow. He knows how it can during a woman’s first time. He remembers how it was with Laena(he doesn't really want to think of this right now, but it's point of reference).

Rhaena is his baby and he doesn't want to see her hurt even at his own hands(unless she asked him too).

She can feel him everywhere. From her head to her toes. She expected some pain, but all she can feel is the deliciousness of the stretch.

His length dragging across her walls. Stretching her some more as he bottoms out when she bucks up to meet his thrusts.

He’s going far too slow for her liking. She begins to whine. Breaking their kiss to pout, but she doesn’t have to pout for long when he gets the hint.

Speeding up as he drags his length across her pulsing walls. In and out. Finding his rhyme.

She’s already sensitive from her last orgasm so when he brings down a calloused thumb to draw circles into her engorged clit and pulls his mouth away from planting kisses down her neck to command Let go for your kepa little one, for the second time that night, she comes.

It takes a little bit longer for her to cover and when she does she sees that he’s almost as gone as she was. Mouthing at her breasts and taking a brown nipple between his lips and into his mouth to suckle on.

She thinks about pushing him away again. Remembering something Baela had told her about not letting a man finish inside of you if you wanted, but she can’t bring herself to do it. She can’t bring herself to do anything but wrap her legs around him when his breathing becomes ragged and his thrusts sloppy.

Barely leaving her cunt. As if it pains him to do so as he stares down at her like he found those Gods that have surely condemned them in her dark eyes.

Rhaena takes to running her hands to stroke his silver strands and goes to nip at his ear. Breathing into it as she whispers Let go for me kepa. She doesn't know what possesses her to say it, but she's glad she does when she hears the gutteral sound he makes as he shoots his seed into her.

He doesn’t pull away from her. Not for some hours. Only managing to flip them over so as not to crush her, but Rhaena doesn't think she'd mind it.

She feels some guilt about what transpired when they are laying there, namely when Daemon starts to fuck his cum back into her with his fingers which leads to another round of whatever, but not as much as she should feel.

Not nearly as much as she should when she awakens in the morning with his tongue inside her. Daemon not being able to get enough of his baby’s sweet little cunt and Rhaena is too to stop him.

Or the dozen other times after that where she forgets just how wrong she should find this. Maybe it isn’t so wrong if he makes her forget everything, but him and he her 🔥🩸

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