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blueberrypancakesworld · 11 months

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The song of desire

Warning : smut, angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, nightmare, blood drinking, little emotional, kissing

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Darkness overcame her as soon as she closed her eyes. She had resisted sleep for too long. Too long she wanted to wait for him. Whether it was Milo or Michael, it didn't matter. She wanted to wait and meet her fate. But as she sat there on the couch, it apparently became softer and softer and her body, which was no longer under adrenaline, needed to recover.

From the horror, the blood, the corpses, the monsters of reality. But it was finally the sleep that came to her before the two and brought her into the darkness.

She herself could not see it but her body moved restlessly back and forth. Not something because it was a dream full of lust. No, it was another nightmare that was given to her. Darkness surrounded her as always an old friend and yet always different.

She moved forward before the corridor in front of her was illuminated by the almost burnt out flickering candles. The candles in the old iron hallways no longer seemed splendid. Everything seemed cold and dark, gloomy and abandoned. As if the splendor of the wish and the dream was gone. As if the truth about the creature had come to light.

The darkness at her feet gave way and cold bare old stone floor and walls were brought forth. The cold drove into her body and did not seem to let her go. The white long nightgown that covered her naked body moved slightly as she walked. She continued walking before an old oak door with heavy iron hinges appeared out of the shadows. It seemed to have been there since the beginning of the castle's construction. Her fingers ran over the wood. Cold. It was just as cold as anything else in the place.

She touched the cold handle and felt the slight indentations that had been made by the casting before she pushed it down and walked through the door. But the hope of a change of scenery was not to be found. The castle, the magnificent interior, everything in this wonderful place seemed to be in disrepair. The walls, which were hung with brightly painted pictures and tapestries as well as large oil paintings, were now full of mold, dust and cobwebs.

The tapestry had peeled away and as she stepped closer to get a better look, she was startled. Claw-like deep furrows had pierced her cheek in various places. The tall, candle-lit chandeliers barely provided any light, but it was enough to see the horror.

Moving away with a pounding heart and an uneasy feeling, she continued on her way. On what or after whom she did not know. Was it Light, Michael or even Milo?

But the further she went, the more fragile everything seemed to become. Desolate and yet morbid in its own beautiful.

She reached the apparent end of the passage, but stopped. A figure of her own stood opposite her. The initial fear in her inner self gave way when she realized that it was her own reflection. Stepping towards the mirror embedded in the wall, she soon found herself face to face.

The reflective surface was cool and a crack ran from top to bottom across the mirror. She saw herself twice, as if two sides were ruling her inner life, as they did with Michael and Milo. Was it wrong?

Didn't she have two sides? The one who loved Michael and wanted to help. The other who was afraid of the monster and tried to accept it. She stepped closer and touched the crack with her fingers. She hissed harshly as blood smeared the surface. Despite the fact that it was not a deep tear in the mirror, the cut on her finger was deep.

To somehow soothe it, her fingers tangled in the white nightgown. But this also absorbed the blood and formed a morbid pattern. ,, My heart" she heard Michael's voice and when she looked up he was standing behind her again. His cold hand ran up her arm to her bleeding fingers. ,, Let me help you" she heard him whisper before she felt his tongue on her fingers.

He licked and sucked the blood away but he did not stop. ,, Michael, enough," she said after his deadly embrace became more possessive. She cried out in fear when she felt his teeth on her neck. They were only a few millimeters away from her skin when there was a crack from the mirror. Her gaze fixed on her own image as the mirror shattered further and the pieces fell to the floor.

They shattered and she felt the small cuts on her legs that had gone through the fabric. But what frightened and panicked her was the figure that came out through the darkness. ,, My flower" she heard his voice and yet she could not escape him because Michael would not let her go. Milo grabbed her other hand and ran his tongue up it before she felt his presence on the other side of her neck.

The obsession chased and trapped two monsters who want to feed on her blood. But only one of them really has her heart.

Her eyes opened as she felt the teeth of the two vampires on her neck. Her hands clawed at the couch beneath her. Darkness infinite darkness still seemed to lie over the city. And slowly she wondered if she would be in the dark reality forever.

The exhaustion was in her body as if the experiences wanted to take her back to the darkness. Yawning as she got off the couch, she went to her kitchen. The coffee machine whirred and she watched the windows. The feeling of being watched did not seem to disappear. When the buzzing stopped she took the hot cup and turned around again as she recoiled. She saw the shadow scurrying past her window.

For what seemed like an instant it flitted on and she felt the cold countertop against her back. Only when she heard and perceived the breeze did she drop the cup out of fear. But she waited for the coffee to shatter and burn. ,, Please do not be frightened," she heard Michael's calm voice. He knelt down to catch the cup and came up.

She saw the short shift of his weight, but did not comment on it. He still wore the orange uniform and seemed to be a bit affected. ,, Here," he said before holding out the cup to her. When Y/n did not react and her gaze remained fixed on his chest, he placed it next to her.

,, I was afraid," she suddenly said as if she had found her voice again. Then she took him in her arms and tried to ignore the smell of blood on him. ,, I was afraid that Milo would come and not you. I was afraid of what would happen next," she confessed to him and she felt his cold hands running over her back. ,, I know I'm sorry, my heart," she heard him say, hugging her tighter.

Her heartbeat calmed down and the danger that Milo posed seemed less. The Derigent played his symphony. When they broke away, she took the coffee cup and took a sip. However, she briefly frowned when she tasted the metallic taste. One took what one tasted also with the smell.

And Michael stank of blood. ,, Sorry, I was not in the shower. May I use yours?" he asked when he found out what was bothering Y/n and when he looked down at himself he saw the dried blood stains on the suit. ,, Yes please," she said and left him to himself before pouring her coffee away.

Only a short time later she heard the shower come on and the warmth coming from the door as she walked past it to go to her bedroom. This time, however, it was late and she wanted to get out of her clothes. She paused as she pulled her shirt over her head. Can he see me? the question echoed in her head as she thought about a vampire. She still knew vaguely that Dracula, from the book of the same name she had read in her teenage years, could not see through walls.

But he could hypnotize, at least his beauty was so captivating that it bordered on hypnosis. But Michael had already seen her body, even if only a bit. Besides, she had to argue that he looked at her with love, not as an object without ulterior motives.

He perceived her as a whole as herself. ,, Would you have a shirt for me or something?" she heard the question and turned around. Michael stood there with a towel in his hand, torso exposed and dressed only in jeans.

She blinked several times before tearing herself away from his body and walking to her closet. ,, Staring is unwelcome," she heard him already reprimanding. ,, Oh, stop it, you owe me for the fright," she said as she continued to look through.

But she kept her eyes feverishly on the clothes, because even if Michael's new condition looked very good, she didn't want to make it too obvious. ,, Ehm here I don't know if it fits is the big cuddly shirt I have" she said and held up a big black t-shirt. ,, Thank you" he said before she tossed him the shirt and watched him put it on. Only when the fabric covered his muscles did she pull away and walk past him into the kitchen. ,, How are you?" he asked the surprising question and she looked at him uncertainly.

Nevertheless, she could not suppress a sigh. ,, I think- I'm worried about Milo. I'm scared Michael, scared as hell that he'll kill me," she confessed and turned away from him. She felt his hand reaching for hers, but not pulling it towards her. ,, I'll protect you, Y/n, I promise. We will make an antidote and everything will be fine," he said, but did not take her in his arms. He felt that there was something else. ,, I know you're strong, but I'd be lying if I said you had a chance against him. I saw you arrive here".

She saw that it hit Michael, but he accepted that she was right. ,, Let's talk about it tomorrow when I pick up Martine, we'll just finish everything here," she said before opening one of her cupboards. ,, Cocoa?" she asked, trying to lighten the depressed mood. ,, No thanks, I'll stick to the red stuff" he said with an embarrassed smile. She nodded and pushed him down on the couch while she made her cocoa.

When she was done she went to him and put the hot bag on the small table before she sat down next to him and leaned against him. ,, Michael". ,,Yes? ". ,, I love you" . ,, I love you infinitely more Y/n" she heard him murmur in her ear before he kissed her. There was love behind everything he did, he did it only out of love for her.

Two hearts that fit. She felt him pause with his hand on her neck as he slid down. ,, Do you want it?" he asked the question and she had to smile briefly. It seemed like the first time they were on their first date. So incredibly lloveful and yet always looking out for her. ,, Yes" confirmed the common love for each other before he kissed her again. She knew that in his condition also on the sexual level new possibilities opened up. She felt his cold fingers on her breasts again.

He pushed them under her top before he took it off and loosened the bra with a deft movement. She made a surprised noise as he suddenly lifted her in one swift movement. She felt the power behind it and how easy it must be for him. ,, I've got you" she heard him say before she wrapped her legs around his waist and he stabilized her.

She knew from the way he carried her into the bedroom. Gently, yet with certainty, he lowered her onto the bed before he took off the rest of his clothes and she followed him. ,, You are so unbelievably beautiful " she heard him murmur before he kissed her breasts. Her heart beat faster, it was as if they would beat together again.

But she knew she had to tell him something. Something that had already led to many an end of a relationship. ,, Michael, I have to tell you something," she said, which felt like an eternity. Fear gripped her body. What would he say back? Leave her and hate her. Immediately he let go of her and straightened up slightly to see her better. ,, What is it?" he asked after giving her her space.

The last thing he wanted was to lock up his heart. ,, I can't have children it-" she was interrupted by a hug. Slightly shaky, she hugged him back. ,, You don't have to tell me why. I don't care Y/n I would always love you my heart" she heard him say. All fear and doubt left her at once. She released his embrace before she felt the soft mattress against her back again.

Before she felt his loving kind on her again. He kissed his way from her lips down to her neck. She felt him sucking on her neck. There was a certain sweetness behind the gesture. Goosebumps formed on her body but it was not unpleasant rather exciting. Shortly she even thought to feel his pointed teeth scratching over her skin. But maybe she had imagined it or?

She felt how his hand drove over the soft skin of her thigh and drew light circles every now and then. And his other hand began to massage her breasts and lightly pinch her nipples. An excited sound came from her and she felt the short smirk of Michael.

Leaving her neck, he kissed his way down before pausing. His hand moved up her thigh to her arm before their fingers intertwined. She felt him gently place a kiss on her fingers. Another sign of love. ,, Are you ready?". ,, Yes" she answered breathlessly before she felt him inside her. It took some getting used to for both of them, but they knew it would be incredible.

To be united in their love was beautiful. She wrapped her legs around his hips again and pulled him closer. His new strength was incredible and yet he was loving. She felt him kiss her body again before their lips met. She moaned into the kiss and let the pleasure cloud her mind. His movements matched hers and the symphony was attuned to them both.

It was so fast that she didn't realize what was happening until she was suddenly on top. Michael had turned her around with his strength so that she was looking at him and her hands were resting on his chest. ,, I wanted to see all your beauty," he confessed and briefly avoided her gaze.

She lovingly stroked a strand of hair from his face before taking the lead. As soon as she moved, she felt his hands on her hips. The nude they both indicated blurred and they both lost themselves in the lust of their hearts. Y/n leaned against his chest she could feel the rapid heartbeat that seemed to blur with her own.

She felt him tighten his grip on her hips. She was sure that this too would leave a mark. But she didn't care, it was just another instrument, another sound in their shared symphony. She felt her own climax approaching. It took only a few more movements before she came with a lustful noise.

But it wasn't the end as the moans turned into a mix of pleasure and pain as Michael quickly gifted himself up and sank his teeth into her throat. ,, Michael" his name came from her lips and her hands tried to push him away. But he didn't seem to hear her, she felt him sucking her blood with every beat of his heart.

Only when she made another painful sound did she see the claws on her body and how they could cut her in half any second. ,, Michael, please stop," she tried again as black spots began to appear on her face. But it was useless, a monster was right next to her, not her heart, not her Michael. So it came that her vision continued to blur before she fainted. The body of the woman

was released shortly after and he withdrew from her. The blood red eyes became softer and lighter with each blink and each look at his heart. Before the man she loved was in front of her again. ,, Y/n, I'm so sorry," he said, and for the first time it was his heart that he could not control.

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blueberrypancakesworld · 1 year

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~ False belief ~

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warning : smut , knife play , blood play , p in v ( wrap it up ) , loss of virginity , female x male , biting , kissing , unprotected sex , little angst , little emotional

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Y/n Mormont would marry Otto Hightower. She knew it was a duty she could not avoid. She knew there was no one who could lead her out of this. Even if she told the king everything, it would be her word against the hand. Her word was that of a lady who was a friend of the princess, but she could not go against the word of her most trusted advisor. She knew that she had to give in, but she still didn't know why. ,,Y/n believe me, as soon as I get out of here, I'll try to put everything back in order," she heard her uncle's voice. But no sooner said than her hands snaked around the collar of his shirt and pulled him to the bars. Not violently or painfully but warningly. ,,By the old gods, have you not been listening? You idiot, you will beg the house that promised you marriage on your knees. You will ask for forgiveness and give your wife everything she wants, you hear?" she asked him and saw the quick nod. ,,Whatever house then belongs to our own alliance as soon as you are married, the alliance is there. Behave rather carefully, because in spite of the alliance with the Hightowers, we can't expect any help, as far as I can see," she gave her thoughts and saw how her uncle seemed to understand as well. ,,We'll write a letter and somehow, if the gods are merciful, we'll manage," she said at last before getting up from the stool. ,,Try to rest, uncle, in a few hours it will be a strenuous time " she told him, but her eyes were looking into the darkness. ,,Y/n you don't have to do this...I-I would understand if you had sacrificed me after all I have done" he said and followed her until his cell ended.

She laughed sadly and looked at him. ,,Reciprocity Edric we both mauled each other like bears...but sacrifice no. As the Lady of Bear Island, I need every man for what is to come" she answered and walked into the darkness. The torches and lanterns seemed to reach for her with their flames. But the Mormont was not yet a prisoner of the green fire. She was still free, even if her cage was closing fast. What is coming is a war for the iron throne, she thought in her head before taking the stairs back up to the corridors of the castle. But the other problem was not finished yet. Rhaenyra was still missing, and since the princess was probably not in the castle, she could only be in the city. Discomfort was in her eyes as she grabbed one of her simple cloaks and threw it around her. For the first time, however, she was glad to wear simple clothes. She would not stand out in the city because that was something she really should not do. Not after the conversation and not after Otto knew about her secret affair. Since this could bring to her and Rhaenyra's sorrow the latter also in danger.

Longclaw from her belt she left only the dagger at her side. Even though she knew she couldn't take the sword with her, it had to be the dagger. She thought it unlikely that someone could commit an assassination attempt on her, but she couldn't rule anything out now. She put the dagger on her belt one last time before putting on the hood and hurrying out of her room. Passing through the many corridors and doors, the torches and lanterns and the guards, some of whom were sleeping rather than keeping watch. She slipped past the guards and walls into the city she had only been in a few times before. Where are you? she asked herself as she walked through the normal quarters. But they were almost empty, only a few beggars and drunks staggered and strolled through the streets. But when they saw the dagger, or at least knew that they should not mess with her, they left the young woman alone.

But when she looked down the hill on which the castle stood and its surroundings, she saw where life was. The silk road, the place with the bathhouse, the bordel and the pub where she was with her foster father. "Guide me in this dark hour" she thought briefly of her commander and foster father and she felt herself longing for him. Even if they were not related, he was the father she had lost since her youth. He was the false bear of the family and yet more Mormont than many others. Shaking off thoughts of her foster father, she headed in the direction of the Silk Road. Past the dark narrow houses through alleys and streets before she heard the sounds of night life. Please just be here, she hoped, but knew that she would not see Rhaenyra so easily. Since she was not wearing her typical clothes, she must have adapted well. But why she left was still a mystery to her. But she knew that if she found Rhaenyra, she would tell her everything, otherwise she was sure she would not see her happy, cheerful Rhaenyra again. The dragon would burn itself. She pushed her way through the crowd and saw that there was a gathering a few meters away from her. ,,Dear child, do you want to know how you die?" she suddenly heard the question and looked astonished into the face of an old woman. She had pulled her hood over her face, but the smile on her lips was unmistakable.

She winced as she heard the sound of two weapons in the distance. The sound of steel hitting each other was familiar but unpleasant. The woman laughed with a giggle and Y/n walked on, not caring. Before she arrived at the large collection. From which she could see that it was watching a play. Perhaps a recurring performance, but she couldn't say for sure. But with every sentence that was called, she liked the play about Rhaenyra and her half-brother Aegon less and less. Turning away from the disgusting theater and walking through the streets again, she knew that she had come no further. But she could not give up, no she could not give up. So she searched on and on the night seemed to get darker and darker and with every step she met more and more people.

Only when she turned into an alley and bumped into someone and heard a ,,Lady Mormont?" she looked up. Behind the well plated helmet and the good armor was Ser Harwin Strong. ,,Ser Harwin" she said and was about to pass him when he gently held her by the shoulder. ,,Is everything alright you look rushed?" he asked and she smiled faintly at her frankness. ,,Um, yeah, it's just an evening outing, it's fine," she tried to shrug it off as nothing and he let her go. ,,If you are looking for someone, someone special, she went that way in the company of a prince," he said softly, pointing to the alley. ,,Thank you Ser Strong," she said quickly and continued walking. Even though he was keeping watch, she trusted him enough not to say anything about their encounter.

She followed the alley and after a few moments later found herself at one of the brothels. "Is she in here?" she asked herself and pushed the curtain aside before going inside. It was warm and stuffy in the large brothel. But there was no lack of customers or even the act itself. Egall where she looked everywhere true people who gave themselves to each other. She was about to go further when someone bumped into her and muttered, ,,Watch out!". She recognized the voice she recognized the smell that stood out. Hastily rushing out after the man in the hood, she called out, ,,Daemon!". The man stopped abruptly and before she could react, he grabbed her by the collar and thundered her against the walls. Before he had torn off her hood and surprise was in his violet eyes. ,, Lady Y/n ? Why are you following me ?" he asked but did not let go of her. She blinked several times due to the confusion in her mind from the collision. ,,I was looking for Rhaenyra, I was worried and I met you. Daemon, do you know where she is? It's important, I need to talk to her," she said, and he seemed to understand that she wasn't joking and that she meant it. Carefully he let go of her and annoyance was in his voice as he said, ,,No I don't know she ran away but she knows the way back". Silence lay between the two and while Daemon seemed to be annoyed at his behavior, it was the same annoyance in her that Rhaenyra was not here. ,,Where are you going?" she asked confused as Daemon just walked away, ,,To get drunk!" he called back. Going after him she felt like she was going to do at least one task today.

She ran over the dagger and her heart beat faster. The two of them went to a more or less rundown inn where they first ordered a large glass of beer each. You followed me why?" he asked and disinterest was in his voice even if his violet eyes remained on her. She took a big sip of the alcohol, knowing that it would take more than that to get her drunk. But it was enough to pass the time. ,,Daemon, you were right, enough with the lies," she started and put the dagger on the table. But when she was about to continue talking, he grabbed her hand while she was taking the dagger and he pulled her up to the room. ,,What's wrong?" fear was in her voice as she tried to figure out what it was that made the prince swing around. ,,Leeches, maybe," he said hastily before opening one of the rooms and pulling her inside. The Hightowers she thought in panic and saw Daemon listening at the door, but with the darkening of his gaze she saw that he was right. Before she could react, he had grabbed her and pulled her onto the bed while the dagger lay between them like a wall. He breathed hastily just as she did and they both tried to hear something in the silence. She felt him practically everywhere as he rested one hand next to her head and the other on her hand with the dagger. How his eyes looked into hers and back into the emptiness of the cessation.

But she bets that he did not hear her rapid heartbeat. Suddenly there was a pounding at the door and Y/n flinched and one of the men called out, ,,Open up in the name of the king!". ,, Daemon?" she asked in panic, but he only put a finger to his lips. Only a moment later the door opened and the men looked in. ,,Can't a man even fuck a whore in peace?" Daemon shouted at the men and Y/n made a half-acted half-real startled noise. The men stopped him for a moment, but when Daemon nagged them again, they let go and closed the door. Relieved, they both exhaled and she even thought she heard a short giggle. ,,So you wanted to say something?" he said, but didn't seem to make any effort to stand up. Her throat seemed to go dry and she was overcome with shame as she became fully aware of the position. ,,Your-your dagger Daemon, you can have it back, I'll give you your answer," she said, holding the dagger out to him, seemingly breaking the wall between them. ,,Say it," he whispered, and his hand came down again on hers and the dagger. Briefly she had the thought that the dragon could kill her, but she dismissed it. He would not do it, she was sure. He would never hurt her. ,,I lied for you then, I protected you from what I could because...I love you". The words were said, her heart hammered wildly in her chest and she felt every fibre in her body covered with nervousness. Her eyes tried to read something in his face but he had hidden behind a mask of emotionlessness.

Now it was the fear that slowly spread through her body and she tried to get off the bed. But he did not let her, on the contrary, he held her tightly and seemed to be watching her. ,,Do you want to know my answer?" he asked suddenly and he gripped the dagger tighter. ,,Say it" she did the same and saw how he also seemed to struggle with himself to finally say it. But then, instead of telling her, he bent down the last bit, went over the wall and kissed her. His answer was clear but would he ever say it? His kiss was demanding, it was clear what he wanted, they both seemed to know what he wanted. But it was completely different than with Rhaenyra, his kiss was not shy like hers. There was experience in getting what he wanted. His own desire. She watched him lightly detach himself from her and hastily take off his clothes. Putting the dagger in his hand, he watched her as the younger one, intimidated and slightly unsure, took off her clothes. It was the unbelief that had her in its grip, the unbelief that she had said it. Only when she was only in front of him in her simple light underwear did she gradually become aware of what was about to happen. Or rather, what the dragon was waiting for. ,,Daemon I-". ,,You can't and don't need to hide, my bear," he murmured to her. But his violet eyes showed gentleness for a moment, as if he knew what was going on inside her.

His hand pressed her gently but firmly back onto the bed. From her shoulder, he moved attentively up her collarbone to her neck. He grabbed her there and she sucked in her breath in surprise. ,,Shhh, I'll be careful," he purred and involved her again in a kiss. Uncertainly her own hands went to his arm and back, keeping him with her for fear he might leave. She felt the cold blade of the dagger, the Valyrian steel resting in his hand. With a light pressure he cut through the fabric around her breasts. With a jerk, he pulled it aside and his hand rested on her breast. ,,So you lied for me," he stated firmly and kissed his way down her jaw to her neck. She felt him sucking on her vein and seemed to know that he was fucking her. ,,You saved me out of...love" she said with a quick breath and saw him let go of her for a moment to look at her. ,,For love" he repeated the words and smiled almost amusingly.

A twinge of pain arose inside her as she felt the fear that he didn't feel the same way she did. But again her thoughts were interrupted as his lips closed around her nipples. She gasped as she felt him sucking on them and biting into them. ,,Daemon" came pleadingly and more submissively over her lips than it should. But she drew in her breath sharply when she felt the dagger at her side. He let the tip of the knife move from her side over her belly, leaving light red streaks. It burned and yet the coldness of the steel was soothing at the same time. His violet eyes watched everything from her chest rising and falling in fear and excitement. Her eyes that looked at him pleadingly and fearfully. How her hands just held him, not knowing if she should push him away or not.

She was like a cracked mirror, a stained glass that would break if the dragon continued to attack the bear. She would just have to give herself to him and the pieces that remained would not interest him anymore, would they? The woman let out a squeal of pain as he pulled the pointed blade a little harder over her skin. Which also caused her soft skin to give way and break. But the blood that stained the metal did not run onto the simple mattress. Daemon bent down and almost greedily licked up the blood. ,,My...love...wonderful" she heard the single words while he was devouring her. But what brought a blush to her cheeks and ears was that with every little cut and every blade her heart beat faster and her body reacted to him.

The pleasant goosebumps that stretched over her body were only a small product. But it was the excitement that spread through her at the thought of Daemon and the dagger. The excitement that made her center crave for attention. She felt him seemingly run the knife over her stomach one last time before biting down and kissing. She felt his rough hands palm her thighs and push them apart. ,,Do you want to retreat after all, my dear?" he asked teasingly, calmly running the cold metal over her legs. Not hard enough to draw blood but with so much pressure that they both wanted more. Dameon more blood and she more devotion. ,,N-No," she admitted, and her hands pulled him close again.

To her surprise, however, he loosened his grip on the dagger and placed it in her hand. ,,Show how sharp the claws of a bear are," he said and a certain madness was in his voice. ,,I would hurt you," she said the obvious and wanted to put the dagger away. But he grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him. The dagger pressed against his torso and seemed to hurt the prince's pale skin under any further pressure. ,,But that's not the point, is it? Once you have the blade in your hand, you can't let it go...it's a feeling of dependence," he murmured, and for a moment the madness in his voice resonated again. She recognized the expression in his violet eyes all too well. It was the same she had when the scene of the war played out in her mind's eye.

Horrifying and yet never ending. ,,Besides, your body shows how much you liked it, don't deny it" came the obvious and she didn't have to look down to know that her nipples were hard, her breath fast, her cheeks red and her cunt wet. She let herself be read again like an open book. With a jerk of her strength and yielding to Daemond, they turned around. She felt his hands automatically resting on her thighs. Pulling the younger one against him to keep her right there. She gasped slightly out of surprise and excitement as she felt his hardened cock. ,,Don't play the virgin with me," he chuckled and his fingernails jokingly traced sweetly back and forth over her scars on her legs and side. But she didn't answer, instead her gaze went to the blade.

His right hand went from her new scar to a strand of hair. He twisted it with his fingers. A knowing smirk came to his lips. ,,You are not an innocent virgin anymore, are you, my dear? No, you are not," he said more to himself and she felt superfluous for a moment. ,,No, you are a walking sin...first you take over the head of the house of Mormont as a woman, then you slaughter countless men, cut their bodies with longclaw before you come to King's Landing and sleep with my niece the princess and now with the prince...truly a sinner" he purred and laughed amusedly. Almost bitingly, the steel lay against his neck. Calmly and quietly, he nestled against the warm skin of the prince and let his laughter gradually subside. You are the sinner, you ridicule your dead nephew, you see it all as a game, and it was you who tried to seduce Rhaenyra from the beginning...the only difference is that she loves me and I was allowed to sleep with her and you weren't" she said softly almost in a whisper and her free hand moved over his scars as well. His skin was warm, almost too warm, but it seemed as if the dragon was waiting for her. Only the steel stretched from his neck slowly down over his chest. ,,I could just kill you...you are at my mercy" she said and she felt a short excited twitch go through his hips. Then with a search for blood to drive the steel right again she did it to him.

She also cut him her eyes took in the dimly lit room the now dark appearing blood with extase was. It was like a work of art how the blood slowly stretched out of the wound and stained his pale white and yet battered skin. A shudder came over her as she bent down and licked it up. Metallic. It tasted metallic, but the warmth and fire of the Targaryen made it tantalizing. She had her tongue licking over the blood again when he grabbed her by the jaw and pulled her into a kiss. He gasped as he tasted the blood and she smirked slightly. ,,Do it already" she demanded and the dagger ran slowly over the scars. ,,What, tell me?" he asked teasingly, but the two knew exactly what they wanted. All the problems and consequences, even Rhaenyra and the marriage, did not seem important at that moment. Nothing was important except Daemon for her, and for him her. ,,Fuck me finally" she said without shame and put the dagger carelessly on the small wooden nightstand. ,,Like my heart wants good girl" he praised before turning her around again and once more greedily biting and kissing his way down her body before demonstratively biting into the soft flesh of her thighs.

Not strong enough to make it bleed but strong enough to leave a mark. ,,Mine" she heard him say but it only seemed to strengthen the attraction between them. The thought of belonging only to him and Rhaemyra excited her in a way. He positioned himself correctly and with one last look and the flash of a gleeful grin he penetrated her. The younger girl moaned in pain for a moment, it was a feeling she had never experienced before. As often as she had given herself the pleasure, she had never flayed her virginity. The fear of the consequences was too great. But this was not a consequence, it was lust, it was sex that she felt. It was incredibly addictive for redemption. And even if it wasn't like with Rhaenyra, which she couldn't compare because she had a different relationship with the two Targaryens, it was still incredible in a different way. It hurt at first for a moment the feeling of him inside her. To her surprise, however, he waited a moment and almost soothingly stroked her scars. ,,You are... tight my heart sure that you are not a virgin anymore?" he asked but only caught a half annoyed half pleading look. After she got used to the new feeling, he started to move. It was completely different. She could feel his every movement as his hands clawed at her and held her in place.

Her hands ran over his arms feeling the tension underneath like movement before she clawed at his back and scratched her fingers over it. She heard his gasp, his words of praise as he almost begged her to touch him harder. But she also got what she wanted his thrusts were faster and deeper. The feeling of fullness gripped her and it was perfect. ,,So good for me," she heard him pant before he wrapped her in a kiss. Demanding and yet understandable, they both seemed to give each other something. Fat's something like security from the demons in their heads. The addiction to the steel they both seemed to be able to detach themselves from for a brief moment. She moaned into the kiss as it reached her lip. The little blood that came from it only seemed to increase his pleasure. His movements became more searching for the pleasure of his and hers. A screaming moan came over her lips and her hands scratched his back as he bit hard into her collarbone. She felt him bite down hard and again greedily take in the blood that was being produced. It was firm almost brutal but for him and her enough to reach the climax.

And the almost panicked thought that he was coming inside her was hardly a nuisance in her clouded mind. It was deep satisfaction that took her over it was exhausting and yet incredibly pleasurable as she relaxed completely on the bed. Daemon, on the other hand, as she felt, stayed inside her for a moment. He too seemed to come down from his high before he pulled out of her, causing her to whimper briefly. She dully heard him lie down next to her and his fingers lightly ran over her scars before he took the simple blanket and covered them both. ,,You are mine my dear I would never let the green ones hurt you" she heard him say before silence fell. She wanted to smile but her body was exhausted and the sting in her heart that came from insecurity did not let her smile. Not once had he said I love you. So what was it between them that he slept with her - pity, lust, his arrogance or was it finally his love?

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